The moon cast a ghostly glow over the empty cityscape as you lay prone atop an abandoned skyscraper, eyes scanning the silent ruins below. Movement caught your eye—a soldier, crouched with his rifle, a sniper’s stance. Steadying your breath, you called out sharply, “Hey.”

He froze, turning just enough for his gaze to meet yours, the barrel of your gun aimed squarely at his forehead.

“Drop it,” you commanded, voice low and unyielding, finger poised on the trigger, ready to end this standoff with a single pull.