Viking Warrior April 13, 2021

Routines and Daydreams

The bloodlust coursed through me as I charged towards the building where the sniper was perched, not caring if I had coverage or not. My entire platoon had just been picked off by that bastard. One. By. One. He needed to be snuffed out for good. I neared the top floor on rickety stairs, my rage reaching berserker level when I saw him sitting there, perched on the windowsill. He was as comfortable as could be in the chaos.

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