You ponder, "Is this the best spot?  Am I concealed?  Am I safe?".  Believe me, it doesn't matter.  In a flash I'm upon your position.  I sniff the air intinctively, inhaling a sweet, yet putrid aroma. I know it well.. I smell it every time someone knows I'm coming -  just before that fatal shot.  Fear!  It's so thick in the air that it leads me right to you.  Aha!  A clever position!  You sit there and gloat to yourself as you chase my teammates in your scope, my friends about the field, firing hapless shots.  

My heart fills with disgust with myself as I stand there above you.  Suddenly the SAW I have pointing at your skull just isn't enough.  Too easy I think.  With a loud clammer I drop the weapon.  The sudden sounds from behind you paralyze you in fear!  Before you can move I pull my Ka-Bar from it's sheath, and in a ceremonial like gesture my hand rushes over your shoulder, then retreats across your neck!  A dark red river of blood pools on the ground beneath you.  You immediately grasp your neck, in hopes of salvaging your worthless carcass.  But it does you no good.  You try to scream for help, or perhaps to warn your nearby comrades. But all you manage to get out are a few gibberish gargles, as blood gurgitates from your mouth. 

Your body now lies limp and helpless, but, strangely, you can still see, and think.  It's an terrifying feeling knowing death is close.  Staring at the blacked out silhouette standing above you, you get the first, only, and last  glimpse of me as I  rip off your dog tags.  Your vision and mind starts to fade as I slip away to dispose of the rest of your team.  Your last thoughts are of "If only I'd been more careful, if I had taken more precautions"  

Believe me, it wouldn't have mattered.

Composed by Shockr - Tango 5 Counter-Sniper