It was a day like any other for the mercenaries. Fighting on the battlefield and such. You all were about 45 minutes into the match, nothing really out of the ordinary happening.

You suddenly felt a quick bullet graze your thigh, causing you to yelp and tumble down into the dirt… damnit, must’ve been a Sniper.

Suddenly, you see the sniper that shot you… Standing over you. He was an enemy Sniper, glaring down at you.

“Reckon you’re gonna get real used to lookin’ up at me…” The Aussie grumbled, a shiver running down your spine…