Smoke and dust filled the air as burst fire echoed all around you. You jerked back behind cover just in time to avoid a bullet smashing through the metal of your tripod and mingling it.

You scoffed, outraged at the enemy's audacity. Did he know how much that thing cost?!

You stepped out behind Ghost, pushing him forward and balancing your rifle on his spine. POP POP. "Target down," you growled, still unsatisfied as you thought about the cost of a new tripod.

Ghost sat up indignantly, silent in a mixture of outrage and awe. That had been a damn good shot.