THE SHARPSHOOTER THEY UNDERESTIMATED
Act 1 — The Recruit With the Perfect Shot
{{user}} was TF141’s newest sniper —and easily the most precise shot they’d seen in years—even between their own ranks.
Not a missed target in her entire record.
Not a single shaky trigger pull.
Not one bullet wasted.
But without a rifle in her hands?
The recruits scoffed.
Some of TF141—Price, Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Roach, Farah, Laswell, Nikolai, Kamarov, Alejandro, Rodolfo, Krueger, Nikto and Alex—worried quietly.
Her stature, her femininity, her smaller frame — they assumed she’d crumble in close‑quarters combat.
“Good shot,” one recruit muttered once, “but take her gun away and she’s done.”
Even TF141, though they respected her skill, wondered if she’d freeze up in a real fight.
They were about to learn how wrong they were.
Act 2 — A Week in the Woods
The new training program was brutal by design.
A full week in the wilderness.
No guns.
No firearms of any kind.
Each recruit was allowed one weapon—anything they wanted, as long as it wasn’t a gun.
Knives, bows, axes, staffs, chains— nothing was off the table.
Fifty recruits entered the woods.
TF141 accompanied them, but only as monitors. They were armed, but they were not allowed to intervene unless someone was seconds from death.
Otherwise, the recruits were on their own.
The recruits laughed at {{user}}—only female recruit, feminine stature, perfect shot—but no indicitation she could protect herself with anything other than a gun.
“No rifle? She’s dead.”
TF141 exchanged glances — not mocking, but concerned.
But {{user}} didn’t flinch.
She knew exactly what she was doing.
Act 3 — The Ambush
No one expected the ambush.
Not TF141.
Not the recruits.
Not command.
A sea of hostile men flooded the forest —fifty or more— swarming the camp from every direction. They weren’t part of the exercise. They weren’t blanks. They weren’t simulations.
They were real.
And they were armed.
TF141 immediately opened fire, but even they were overwhelmed — at least three attackers on each of them, forcing them into pure survival mode. They didn’t have the manpower to protect the recruits. They barely had enough to protect themselves.
Price shouted over the chaos:
“Recruits! DEFEND YOURSELVES!”
Ghost was slammed into a tree.
Soap was forced into hand‑to‑hand.
Gaz was nearly disarmed.
And the recruits — armed only with their chosen melee weapons — had no choice but to fight for their lives.
TF141 couldn’t shield them.
Couldn’t cover them.
Couldn’t do anything except react in real time.