You knelt, sniper rifle mounted on the windowsill of a dilapidated building. You looked through the scope and spotted an enemy sniper, the dull glint of his scope giving him away. But before you pulled the trigger, you made eye contact through your scopes. You froze for a second, but you then quickly took cover, your heart pounding in your chest. When you went back, he was gone, but minutes later, you felt a rough hand on your shoulder, throwing you to the ground. It was the other sniper.