- Boom. Headshot. - Said a man. He was sitting on a crate next to him and a pot of coffee. He was there for over an hour now. Waiting for that moment. The Spy fell without even knowing where the bullet had come. Sniper stood up, something had caught his attention. A noise, someone was climbing the stairs, silently but not enough. He took his Kukri, ready to fight, activating all the five senses he came out of his nest. The footsteps were approaching, even if perceptible they were too light for a spy. He began to count ... 1 ... 2 ... 3 ... 4 .. 5. He jumped out the door and landed on a slender body and slim. Two green eyes watched him, surprised, reflecting his own eyes.

- Who the hell are you? I've never seen you on the battlefield. - Meanwhile inside himself were swirling thousand emotions. "I have to kill her" he thought, but then another voice yelled "Why?" She was too beautiful. Hair thousand shades of orange and brown, skin color of the earth of the outback. And those eyes. God, they were beautiful.

- I should be the BLU Sniper. - She raised her arms defensively. - Please do not hurt me. Please. - He stood up, but pointing his Kukri toward her. He had to kill her, he had to! Wasn' t that the work of which he was so proud of? Where were all his standars? He would have done things his own way, no nice guy and good manners. Only in his own way.