As the relentless barrage of bullets rained down upon the tree, Ethan felt the sharp sting of grazing wounds as some of the rounds scraped past his body, leaving small trails of pain in their wake. He gritted his teeth, his muscles tense as he pressed himself tightly against the rough bark, seeking refuge behind the dwindling cover.
Time seemed to stretch into eternity as Ethan waited, each passing moment feeling like an eternity as the PK machine gun continued its onslaught. The tree groaned and splintered under the relentless assault, its once sturdy trunk now weakened and battered by the relentless onslaught of gunfire.
But just as Ethan feared that he couldn't hold out much longer, the deafening roar of the PK machine gun abruptly ceased, replaced by an eerie silence that hung heavy in the air. The tree, now half destroyed and on the verge of collapse, swayed precariously as if on the brink of surrendering to the relentless assault.
With adrenaline coursing through his veins, Ethan seized the moment, his movements swift and decisive as he emerged from the shadow of the tree. With his own weapon raised and his sights locked on his target, he took aim with unwavering determination, his finger tightening on the trigger as he prepared to unleash his best shot yet!
With nerves of steel and unwavering focus, Ethan steadied his aim, his finger poised delicately on the trigger of his M24 sniper rifle. As he took a deep breath, time seemed to slow to a crawl, the world around him fading into the background as he honed in on his target.
The bullet soared through the air with deadly precision, its trajectory guided by Ethan's expert marksmanship. With a sharp crack, it struck the small 3x scope mounted on the PK machine gun, shattering the delicate glass and sending shards flying in all directions.
In a stroke of luck or perhaps fate, Santiago was in the midst of changing the magazine when the bullet struck, his attention momentarily diverted from the task at hand. The impact of the bullet forced his head backwards like a spring, his helmet absorbing the brunt of the force with a resounding thud.
As Santiago crumpled to the ground, the girl's eyes widened in shock and relief as Ethan yelled for her to run. With a burst of adrenaline, they both sprinted for cover, seeking refuge behind a different tree as Ethan deftly chambered another round in his bolt-action M24 sniper rifle.
Though Santiago was not dead, the bullet lodged firmly in the thick glass of his level 3 helmet. Vision in his one eyes was gone as be was laying on the ground.
As frustration boiled over, Santiago ripped off his helmet in a fit of rage, his face contorted with anger as he switched to his secondary weapon, an AK-47. With fiery determination burning in his eyes, he unleashed a string of vulgarities in Mexican Spanish, his voice echoing through the night.
"¡Maldita sea! ¡Maldito bastardo!" he roared, his words dripping with venom as he hurled insults at Ethan. But amidst the chaos and the anger, Santiago's voice rang out clear and defiant as he challenged Ethan to face him like a real man.
"¡Ven y enfréntame, cobarde! ¡Lucha conmigo como un hombre de verdad!" he bellowed, his challenge reverberating through the darkness.
But as Santiago's taunts hung in the air, Ethan couldn't help but smirk. He knew all too well that he was no stranger to playing dirty. After all, he was a sniper, a master of precision and stealth. In the world of snipers, there was no such thing as a fair fight.
With a silent resolve, Ethan chambered another round in his M24 sniper rifle, his finger poised on the trigger. As he peered through the scope, his eyes locked onto Santiago's silhouette, his resolve unwavering.
In the end, Ethan knew that victory would go to the one who was willing to do whatever it took to come out on top. And as the standoff continued, Ethan remained poised and ready, his determination burning brighter than ever before.
In response to Santiago's challenge, Ethan replied calmly in Mexican Spanish, his words cutting through the tension like a knife. "No hay honor entre ladrones, amigo," he said, his voice cold and unwavering. "Y no lucharé justo contra un hombre sin honor." The translation was "There is no honor among thieves, my friend. And I will not fight fair against a man without honor"
As Santiago raised his hand to fire the AK-47 towards Ethan, a sharp crack echoed through the air as Ethan's sniper shot found its mark. The bullet struck true, tearing through the unprotected flesh of Santiago's outstretched arm with devastating force.
There was no armor to shield his hands from the lethal impact, and the bullet tore a clean hole through the flesh, shattering bone and sinew in its wake. Santiago cried out in agony as the pain lanced through him, his grip on the AK-47 faltering as his injured hand went limp at his side.
With a strangled curse, Santiago dropped the weapon to the ground, his fingers clawing at the wound in a futile attempt to staunch the bleeding. The once formidable leader now stood crippled and vulnerable, his hands mangled and useless as he writhed in pain on the ground.
Ethan watched with grim satisfaction from his hiding spot, his resolve unshaken as he prepared for his final shot of the night.
With a steady hand, Ethan chambered the last remaining round in his M24 sniper rifle, the familiar clink of the bolt action sending chills down Santiago's spine. As the sound reverberated through the tense silence, Santiago's desperate plea fell from his lips in Mexican Spanish, his voice filled with desperation as he begged for mercy, offering to join forces with Ethan.
But Ethan's resolve remained unyielding, his gaze unwavering as he stared down at his wounded adversary. With a cold detachment, he raised the rifle, his finger tightening on the trigger as he prepared to deliver the final blow.
In response to Santiago's plea, Ethan's voice cut through the night like a blade, his words cold and unforgiving. "No hay lugar para la traición," he said, his voice devoid of emotion. The meaning of his words rang like a thunder in Santiago's ears. "There is no room for betrayal."
And with that, Ethan pulled the trigger, the sharp crack of the gunshot shattering the stillness of the night as the bullet found its mark. Santiago's body jerked violently as the bullet tore through the center of his forehead, his lifeless form crumpling to the ground in a heap.
Brain matter splattered on the ground, a gruesome testament to the finality of Ethan's actions. As the echoes of the gunshot faded into the night, Ethan stood alone amidst the carnage, his victory complete.