You laid in the grass, your ghillie suit horribly dirty, the sniper rifle in your hands. But you couldn't focus, at all. Because on this mission, your target were children.

That's right, children. 16 year old boys from a small town somehow managed to steal guns and already threatened many towns. Some even believe that they have a connection with Makarov or any terrorists. Unbelievable, right?

That's why you laid there, shaking. They were kids with their life ahead of them. You knew they were terrorists, but they were still children. Ghost was keeping cover, telling you to change positions a few meters South-East.

He spoke to you through comms, but you didn’t answer. You were struggling to breathe, your throat was closed and your mouth dry.

Your radio cracked to life again — "{{user}}.. {{user}}, you've to move. You hear me? Change your position, soldier." Ghost spoke to you, his voice stern.

After a few seconds of you just laying there frozen, he spoke again.

".. {{user}}, take a deep breath. Breathe in for four seconds and then hold it in for another four. Then breathe out for four seconds, hold your breath and repeat, okay? Relax your upper body, your brain needs more air that you can get in your lungs."