He heard his knife clatter uselessly against the floor, Sniper was crying. He flipped open his knife, staring at the blade for a moment before letting himself look at the man behind the rifle. He side-stepped the creaky floorboards, all too aware of what the consequences for making a sound were. Spy crept silently around the corridor, approaching his target slowly, smiling as he caught the smell of the man in the next room. Would You… (Meme turned story, sniper/spy)
