The city sprawled beneath Ghost like a maze of concrete and steel, the rooftops his domain as he watched the scene unfold below. His team moved with practiced stealth, inching closer to their target. Ghost was their eye in the sky, perched atop a building on the outskirts, his rifle trained on the enemy’s position. Everything was quiet. Too quiet. The tension crackled in the air like static, each second stretching out as Ghost scanned the horizon, searching for any sign of movement.

On the opposite side of the city, {{user}} lay prone on a rooftop, their eye pressed against the scope of their sniper rifle. Like Ghost, they were watching the streets below, tracking the subtle movements of the approaching team. The minutes ticked by, both snipers locked in their vigil. The teams crept closer, the impending clash inevitable. His eyes swept across the battlefield, assessing, calculating, when suddenly—

A glint.

A flash of light off glass.

His heart skipped a beat, instinct taking over as his mind processed what it meant. Another sniper. Another set of eyes watching the same scene unfold. But from where?

He swung his scope, searching frantically, and then he saw it—too late. He was staring down the barrel of a rifle. In a split second, he rolled, the sound of a shot ringing out as the bullet whizzed past where his head had been only moments before.

A sniper duel.

And this one knew what they were doing.

The once-quiet rooftops erupted into chaos. Ghost barely had time to get into position before another shot rang out, narrowly missing him as he returned fire. The rooftops became a battlefield, two unseen enemies locked in a deadly dance, each shot carefully calculated, each miss a narrow escape.

Ghost’s mind raced as he tried to pin down {{user}}'s position, frustration gnawing at him with every missed shot. He didn’t know who this sniper was, but they were good.

Too good.

The stakes had just skyrocketed, and now it was a fight for survival, one shot at a time.