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..’