>Be sniper for the glorious Red Army (story mode)
>Its been a long fought battle, advancing from rubble pile to rubble pile as artillery fall around us
>Finally come into view of the shell of a gutted factory across a small no-man's-land
>As I set up cover, and peek my head around to get a view of the situation, the concrete pillar inches from my face explodes
>Nazi cyka survived the last artillery barrage I sent ahead of me, now was sniping from the third floor window of that factory at my men
>I hear my men's screams as the rubble pile did not offer much cover
>Grab my glorious and well worn Mosin Nagant and attempt counter-sniping
>This sniper's clever though. He's already moved two windows to the left, and fire's back.
>Drop to cover, switch positions, rinse, repeat. He does the same.
>Every time, I only have a fraction of a second to find where he is, aim, and fire
>This goes on for ten. long. minutes.
>He shot my right shoulder and my shin. I think I shot his hand and the top of his helmet
>We had been the only soldiers remaining on both sides, and no reinforcements were coming for another 3 minutes.
>It's been a good fight, comrade.
>But this time, I saw him moving position
>Aimed my sights right where he would peek out, and waited
>Two seconds later, a black silhouette dropping in a midnight blue sky was the only thing I could see of him as a 7.62x54r bullet rocketed through his chest
>The night grew quiet
>I made my way up to his corpse, just as battered and cold as the rest of his soldiers
>I took his sidearm and kept it to the end of the battle in his honor