“Huntsman, you in position?”
“Yes sir. I’m ready when you are” I replied as I drew back the heavy bolt of my rifle to chamber a round.
“Copy that. Intel says we have twenty plus foot mobiles with a BMP en route, so don’t miss”
“I won’t”

I pressed my eye to the powerful scope of the Barret. Nearly a kilometer away, I saw a friendly Humvee rattle across the rugged terrain. I didn’t know what was in it, but my orders were to protect it at all costs. By myself. Roughly five hundred meters behind them was the enemy convoy in hot pursuit. A BMP followed by three trucks, presumably carrying the soldiers.

They entered the killing zone. I targeted the drivers first. The powerful rifle boomed, and spat out a massive round that sped off and slammed into the driver of the first truck. The truck veered off, it’s windscreen covered in red, but I was already targeting the others.

BOOM. BOOM. BOOM.

Three shots, three kills. The enemy vehicles rolled to a stop, their drivers dead, as the Humvee sped back to base.