Yasuto puts the "RIP" in Tripwire (pls do the thing, break my heart)
You had been shot at many times in your military career, many missing you an some finding their mark and having to have a none too happy doctor pull if from you. But this was the first time that you had been hit with a ricochet.
The crack of the sniper’s rifle rings out, your earpiece cracking to life with Jester’s voice asking if anyone can see the location of the enemy from your lofty position. Binoculars scanning the battle field and counting the crackboom times you and no doubt Dogtooth across the way both had an idea of where the enemy gunman was hiding.
“75 yards, third floor 8th window from the right.” Comes Sunshine voice, Dogtooth confirming a second later. Rifle in hand you look through the sighs at the opposite side of the battle field, enemy forces scrambling to mount more of an offence after the explosions from K had died down.
“In pursuit.” You call in to Jester and disappear from your hiding spot, flash stepping across the empty roofs and climbing down to a half destroyed fire escape on the right floor. Dogtooth’s voice once again comes to your ear, a confirmation on your position through his scope as he watches you disappear into the smoke filled building.
Pistol from your thigh now in hand you silently stalk through the floor upturned furniture and desks with papers littering the ground and rubbing together in the breeze through the broken windows. Ears on alert a single out of place shift of paper allows you to jerk to the side as a muzzle flashes to your side, your own gun going off three times an dropping the fucker that had shot as you as a metal ping rings out along side the cracks of both guns. One to the head and two to the chest.
Pain blooms in your side and your stagger to the ground, hand digging under your vest and coming back slick with your blood. The bullet may have missed you on it’s first pass but had bit a steel beam right next to you and double back and sink itself keep into your left lung.
“I’M HIT.” Is all you can get out, before you’re stormed by a cell of trolls, their rifles all pointed at you. Your team’s voices blur together in your ear as your mask and helmet are ripped off along with your earpiece, gruff hands grabbing you and dragging you down three flights of stairs.
Each stair aggravates the bullet in your chest and you start to cough up blood, breathing starting to get annoyingly difficult as you’re pulled out the front doors of the building you had been trapped in and thrown to the ground. A new hand grabs a fist full of hair and wretches you up to your knees, the jarring move causing you to suck in a sharp breath that in turn causes a coughing fit and clumps of blue blood to fly from your mouth and land on the ground and the front of your vest.
You could see Dogtooth and Sunshine from their perch, faces too small to make out but it was them he was sure. A voice pipes up behind you, the same voice that belonged to the terror cell’s leader and the very man your team had been after for this mission.
You can feel the barrel of a gun press up against the back of your head as your chest starts to feel heavy with the amount of blood flooding into your lungs, the bastard drawing this whole thing out and trying to negotiate an exchange. Everyone knew he wasn’t one for taking prisoners and that fact was at the forefront of your thoughts.
You counted under your breath, six... seven.. eight.., the ballistic crack of Dogtooth’s round going through your captors head was right on time, nine second for your Kismises to sight in and take the shot. But you never heard the crack of his rifle, only the sound of the one behind your head as the last idiot had his finger on the trigger, and the jerk of his body from the headshot enough to set the weapon off.
Your heart stops before you hit the ground, the round having done through the back of your skull and severing your spinal cord. The few seconds you had left was tunnel vision, screaming, and then black.