Board Thread:Fanfiction/@comment-26383377-20161009162513

The wolf was silent, still, unmoving. His combat armor was weighing down on him slightly, but not by much. He liked thefeeling  cold breeze brushing against the side of his face. He was laying belly-down on the snow, so it was definitely very cold at the moment. He loved the snow, its clear, pure, white texture. It pleased the eye, along with providing ample camoflage. He held his breath and looked through the scope of his rifle, he was in that same exact position for over three hours.

The wolf was staring at a large military complex, he noted every soldier, every AA gun. Every single thing that could pose a threat or prove to be an obstacle. The guards were well armed, and he knew that getting into a firefight was something he wouldn't like.

He felt the snow blow over him, causing his fur to bristle slightly. the wind was strong today. He felt confident in his capibilites of staying hidden, but it was always good if there was some extra cover too. This also meant that pulling off long-distance shots were going to be very hard.

Finally, the moment he's been waiting for finally arrived. His target walked out of the door on the roof of the compound, approaching a helicopter. He had one shot, one chance. If he missed, this weapons dealer would continue to make profit out of people's misery. He aimed at the coyote's head, holding his breath.

"Come on, make it count." He said to himself. The target had one foot in the helicopter, another second and he would be out of his range. The wolf readied his shot, let out another breath. And pulled the trigger.

Bang. 