Note: This story is entirely fictional. All the names and places are all made up by me. Any similarities are purely coincidental.

It's been one week since the rebels overtook the village of Trent, my hometown... My squad was tasked to take it back, and now...here we are, all alone in very damp conditions. The rain hasn't stopped for over two hours and its mud all over.

We haven't encountered any resistance at all since we got here...I hope it stays that way. Then, a gunshot suddenly broke the silence; one of my troopers was hit.

"Sniper!"

"Take cover!"

Again, another gunshot, the trooper beside me was hit on the leg. I struggled to get him to cover, but when we were nearly safe, the sniper fired his rifle once more. When I looked down on the trooper I was holding, his head was all red.

I ordered our sharpshooter to look for the sniper; he didn't find him, someone had to give his position away, someone had to act as a decoy.

I told the sharpshooter to stay alert and watch the possible hiding spots of the sniper. As soon as he did, I immediately ran to the opposite side of the street. The sniper fired, I immediately felt a surge of pain on my leg and I collapsed on the ground. The medic rushed out to get me, but as soon as he got out of cover, he was taken down.

I clambered up on my feet but the sniper fired again...this time, my other leg was hit. It's like he is trying to use me as bait. Again, I heard another gunshot, I looked around to see who tried to go for me, but I saw none. I turned my head to our sharpshooter, and he was dead. His scope was shattered and his eye was no longer there.

It seems like he knew where we all were, taking us down, one by one.

One of my troopers tried to flee, but he was immediately gunned down. Damn, only four of us were left. I was already feeling a bit woozy; I'm losing blood. I heard the sniper's rifle fire again. He got another one; my trooper peeped a little too slowly.

"Three" I said to myself.

The other two troopers were planning to flank the sniper. As they were dashing through the buildings, a sheer stroke of bad luck, he tripped on a pipe. I watched in horror as he tried to get back to cover, but it was too late. The sniper instantaneously shot him in the head.

"Two"

The remaining trooper panicked and tried to flee, but, like the last one who did, he was shot.

"One."

The sniper, seeming to know that all of us were dead, went out of his hiding spot and walked toward me. It seems like he didn't know I was still alive. He went up to me, as if to mock me, and as soon as he got 2 meters from me, I gathered all my remaining strength, grabbed my sidearm, and shot him on the chest three times. The sniper fell on the ground face down.

I crawled to his corpse, wanting to know the face of the one who killed my entire squad. I grabbed his lifeless body, turned it upside, and saw the face of my brother looking back at me.~