I looked through the scope of my sniper as I was observing a requested group.

A voice whispered through my headphones, “The man in the red shirt..” My boss started.

*pewwwww*( yes that’s a gun noise :< )

“..don’t shoot him, that’s my grandchild .” He finished.

‘Damn it’ I thought as I held my breath.

“.uhh” I muttered.

“What..did you lose sight of them?!” He tried to contain his volume.

“Um…” I stuttered.

‘I’m dead... literally..’