*Note from the author.
I am not a military man and do not know all the proper terminology for every little thing. I have just played Call Of Duty and wanted to make a Fan Fic about it. I am sorry if I make any mistakes.*

The Sniper

Chapter 1: Soap

"So run this by me again?"

My name is Soap, I have been working in the US Army 5 years now and am a Sergeant Major I am currently discussing a mission with my Major.

"You and your squad are to locate this man!"

He pulls out a picture of a man in a raggedy jacket, ripped up shirt and pants, half shaven face, and long, musty, black hair. Oh, and no shoes.

"He is armed and dangerous and has body guards all around his location"

"So wait, he can get all this but can't make a decent appearance?" I respond

"He uses this as a disguise to throw people off. He is a wealth, powerful man. He is currently making illegal nuclear weapons. He is also selling them to terrorist groups and North Korea"

*This has nothing to do with North Korea, but the leader of it at this time. Please do not be offend by this part, but Kim Jong Il is a mad man in my OPINION! Please do not be offended if you are North Korean or if you are against racism!*

"Bastard, he'll bring us into a nuclear war, as if a normal one isn't bad enough" I said.

"And that is why we need you to take him out. Now be careful, the location is heavily guarded, he has located his base in a favela."

Humvee at the favela

It took a while but we're here. This place is just saying "We hate the military!". Everybody giving us dirty looks, others running away and gather their families. We all jumped out of the Humvee.

"Ok men, you know what to-"

I hear a bullet whiz past my head, and then hear several guns being shot off.

"Ambush!" Someone screams.

I rush over to cover behind the humvee with several other men. Us now firing back.

"We need to push back, go go go!"

We started advancing. One of my men had been shot in the arm from the bullet that had whizzed by my head. Now there were people jumping out of windows, shooting on top of roof tops, and trying to run up to us to try to get us with a shotgun. Several grenades were traded throw the air, I hear a cry from behind me, one of my men had been shot in the stomach. We had to keep going; we got him in the humvee which was slowly following us from the rear. I started shooting my M4 at the enemy, killing several people with one clip. All of a sudden everything became calm. We start advancing again when suddenly I hear a silenced sniper. One of my men dropped dead.

"SNIPER!" Someone cries out.

We all start running. I hear another shot, and another man fell to the ground, and another, but this time it had hit the man's arm. Every time the sniper made a shot, it either killed or severely hurt the man he had aimed at. How was this sniper so good, how come we can't spot him! After 10 minutes, we were now down to 4 men, starting out with 16. The driver, 2 wounded soldiers, and me. How could I have let this happen, and how come not a single bullet had hit me? All a sudden there was an explosion, the humvee tipped, I hear cries of pain. I got knocked back, on the ground, my vision now unfocused and colors look drained. I see people, they pick me up and stuffed me into a bag. I feel myself being thrown into a trunk. Where were they taking me? How did this happen?How could I let those people die out there? Why couldn't I do anything?

What just happened?