Well it was a dark raining day on the Stormfront. I held my L115 sniper rifle in my cold, dead hands. My gillie suit was soaked from the drenching rainfall. I overlooked the courtyard and noticed some Russian soldiers near an odd shaped statue. I aimed down my sight. Observing from what I saw there was also an American commander doing some sort of deal. He was the mole in the system. He was the traitor I was sent to take out. The only problem was that this man was my father... I thought about all of the memories and as I pulled the trigger they all washed away. But there was only a click. I'm not sure if this was God giving me my second chance but I was on a mission for Uncle Sam and I had to complete my objective. I took out the cartridge of my sniper and inspected the innards of the weapon. I shook it a few time and re inserted the cartridge and took aim once more at my father. I looked at his face one last time and just as I took my shot one of the Russian soldiers grabbed a hold of my father and changed placed with him. The bullet hit the soldier in the stomach and he called his buddies which emerged from the tall grass. They all pointed their carbines right at my fathers head. Shouting in audible dialogue I saw something I haven't seen in my father before. Confidence. He looked over his right shoulder at a bar near my sniping position and I saw another sniper. American. He was silently watching the events unfold. He knew I was here. The sniper looked at me and back into his scope. I had to disobey my mission orders. My coordinator must've lied to me. I shifted my aim to one of the 4 soldiers and took a deep breath. Aimed. Shot. The kick of the rifle felt very familiar and as the first soldier dropped another one quickly followed. The other sniper was helping me rescue my father. I hastily took aim at second soldier. Taking cover from the statue with my father in front of him, crouched against the short wall. The wind of the storm was picking up. The other sniper took out a third soldier leaving the one with my father remaining. He didn't shed a single look of doubt. I aimed my rifle at the Russian soldier's head. As I squeezed my finger around the trigger the wind picked up and a look of horror spread across my face. I watched as the Russian soldier dropped to the ground. His blood staining my dads uniform. I kept my aim on my father and he looked towards the bar at the other sniper. Through my scope I then saw him look me in the eyes. Just like when I was a kid. I knew this look. He was proud. He walked down a set of stairs and was returning to his vehicle. The engine started and he began to drive down the road towards the nearby base. The car jerked to the side and slid to a halt. I looked in the back window with my cool breath fogging in front of my view. There was a second person in the car. I watched for a few seconds and the struggle ended. And the car continued to the base. The winner of the duel was unclear to me. I glanced at the bar to my right and the sniper had gone. Left without a trace. I saw a glint of light come from his previous position. I packed up my gear and walked through the restaurant behind me to the bar and inspected the shining item he had left behind. It was a silver bullet. I held the bullet between my fingers as I looked at my reflection. I made my way back to camp and was "rewarded" with a discharge back home. [spoiler]heres the camping part[/spoiler] *3 weeks later* My family and I decided to go on a camping trip and my father was recovering from a knife wound to his leg and to make a long story short a bear ate into our rations as dad wanted to hunt it and we killed it and tried to cook it but dad didn't know what he was doing so we left after two days and it really sucked that we smelt bad on the 7 hour drive home.