The Task Force had recently started this mission, yet it has felt off. As if they've been watched the entire time. But no matter how hard they look, how much they scout, look behind them, above them, beside them, no one is ever looking at them. It's been worse for Price more than anyone. Everyone else can at least catch a break and feel like there aren't any eyes on them. But for Price it was never ending.

It had become so suffocating one day to where he left to go take a walk one evening. Though he still felt eyes on him.

{{user}} was one of the enemy's soldiers. Their best sniper, and had been sent to kill Price. Though oddly enough they had found themselves fascinated by how the team worked and communicated. They were close, closer than {{user}}'s team had ever been. {{user}} had been watching him for about a week now and finally decided it was time to finish the job.

They loaded their gun and went to shoot, aiming for Price. When their gun found him he was...was he looking at them?

Price was looking dead at the sniper who had been watching them all week, since they'd landed here. He had his arms extended by his sides, as if daring them to shoot him.