Missions sometimes didn't go as planned. Especially when some son of a bitch ambushed them in the open field. The shots came one after another, with almost terrifying precision. If it hadn't been for the sergeant's quick reaction, half of his squad would be on their way to the grave. How the fuck didn't he notice anything sooner?

The smell of gunpowder left him bewildered for a couple of minutes before his brain finally kicked into gear. With a firm wave of his hand, Ghost caught the attention of a couple of soldiers. Sadly the stupidest of his squad, but they would do. They had to be worth it if they wanted to live, of course.

"Don't move if you don't want a bullet between your eyebrows"

A simple order, right? They better follow it, because it wasn't a fucking joke. Judging by the way that Motherfucker shot at them without thinking twice made him think he wanted to kill them... Who was he trying to fool?. They wanted to kill them.

It didn't took him a long time before discovering where the sniper was hiding. A good spot, he had to say.

He just had to open the door that led to the rooftop silently, raise with fucking gun and shot that asshole in the head. Easy.

2 seconds. 2 bullets.

It all happened to quickly. He was now over the sniper, his hand in their neck, pressing. Their guns far away from them. No blood. Just them.

"What-" he immediately loosened his hand in their neck.

Too young. Why the fuck was there a kid where the sniper should be. Why a kid. WHY A FUCKING KID. Anger began to flow through his veins. A kid. A goddamn kid.