A loud crack shatters the quiet night
Blood sprays on a nearby shipping crate
Tinted maroon by the moonlight
And a headless corpse falls to the ground.
"That's right, die for papa!" the COG soldier shouts
as he chambers the next round.
The spent shell casing clatters to the ground with a soft "ting",
And he closes the bolt with a "click".
Carmine peers through the scope again,
Looking for his next unfortunate victim.
So many Locust to kill,
So little time.