Finally, it was time.

After all those years, all months of training and all unsuccessful mission, you got him.

Your enemy, Konig, was on the ground before you, holding his bleeding side. He was shoot before, and you had him on a plate.

With your riffle pointed at his head, he was looking at you from under his sniper hood. He was weak. His eyes look into yours, and his eyes are filled with pain you never saw before.

He's not even fighting back, he just accepts his fate.