War

The sharpshooter glared through his camouflaged Barrette 50 cal. sniper at some war torn muddy soul-shattered blood shot enemy foot soldiers slowly creeping their way past. The elite marksman lay silent with his leaf layered gillie suit on applying the small silencer attachment, waiting for the perfect shot. Then as the decorated sniper slowly pulls his grip matted finger back across the jet black trigger “click”. The sharpshooter was never seen again.