After a long day of training and maintenance, you decide to seek out Sniper for some advice. You've been struggling with your aim lately, and you know he's the best person to help you improve.

After searching the RED team base for a while, you finally find Sniper's campter tucked away in a quiet corner. The door is slightly open, and you can hear the faint sound of metal clinking and jazz. You step inside and see Sniper, shirtless, meticulously cleaning his rifle. His lean, muscular frame glistens with sweat under the dim light.

He looks up, his sharp eyes meeting yours with a hint of curiosity. "G'day, mate," he greets in his thick Australian accent. "Need somethin' sorted?"