The Sniper: A Call Of Duty 4 Fanfiction

This story takes place in the Call Of Duty 4 level "Game Over" in the First person perspective of an ultranationalist sniper.

The Jeeps roared across the highway, their SAS drivers firing at the trucks in front of me. Some soldier with an RPG shot a rocket at Mikhail's helicopter, but missed. The truck I was in swerved violently into a U-Turn to avoid the explosion as the fuel tanker in front of us exploded. My driver was too late, and we were flipped onto our side, and the explosion rocked around us. I passed out and I felt myself flying out of the back…

When I awoke, my weapon was nowhere to be found, and I was lying across the seats in an APC. My spotter Dmitri was sitting next to me, and spoke "Finally Dmitri! You are among the living! I feared we had lost you with the truck!"

I said nothing, my head still ringing from the explosion. The explosion had forever taken way my speech by passing waves through my cerebral cortex. Dmitri noticed I could not speak, and handed me my Dragunov, which was my AK-47 modified to be a sniper. He brushed off my Ghillie suit and said "Do not worry, my friend. Right now we are going after the men that did this, and then they will pay!"

My APC came to a stop and we came out of the back, and ran to the hillside to snipe.

I lay on top of the hill, and looked through my scope. My bipod on which the rifle was positioned would minimize sway, and the air was stagnant. The distance was not enough to compensate due to the Coriolis Effect, and no one could spot him.It was perfect sniping weather.

The enemies on the bridge were doomed, and the bridge was collapsing. I could feel the sanded wood of my stock, and I breathed deeply. I observed my targets. The one that had the RPG was the one with the most threat to victory. The dark man was the one that would be the second shot. By then, they would be taking cover and I would not have to take priority.

I looked into my scope, and centered the sights on the RPG man. He would be the first to fall. Before I could shoot, Mikhail came on the radio

"all soldiers! Clear the bridge! My Hind will clear it for you!"

I sighed. No personal revenge this time. The Hind fired its rockets, and blew the fuel tanker.

I decided I would take a second look, and saw a lone soldier dragging the RPG man to safety, firing with his pistol at the soldiers. It was the second target. He had now pulled out his big machine gun, and was laying waste to my friends on the bridge.

I had no choice. I moved my sights to the soldier and pulled the trigger, once. My bullet whistled through the air, piercing smoke clouds and fire on its way to the soldier. I watched as the bullet ripped through his neck, spraying blood as it burned through him. He fell, and The RPG man watched in horror.

I looked away from the scope to see Zakhaev and two of his men advance through the wreckage, firing at the injured men. If I could have spoken, I would be yelling insults. Zakhaev had no honor, killing these defenseless men just because they prevented the murder of millions of innocents with nuclear warheads.

I killed to protect my friends, not because of raw feeling. I looked through my scope again as a pistol slid across the bridge, into the hands of the RPG man. The Loyalists came in on their helicopters, and I did not stop him as he shot the three merciless men.

I knew that it was all over now, and tapped Dmitri on the shoulder as more and more of the Loyalists came out onto the bridge, signaling him to leave.

I strapped my Dragunov onto my back and picked up my shell casings, and we headed off into the mountains, in search of friends left behind.

The End

Sequel after Modern Warfare 2 comes out.