Gunfire shattered the air all around him. He fumbled with his ammunition, banging the magazine into the rifle and adjusted his helmet. His breath came in ragged gasps, and he flinched as a bullet zinged past his ear.
Peering through the scope, he aimed at the sniper he knew was perched on the roof of the building opposite, biding his time. A slight movement...he squeezed off a shot.
He didn't see his assailant as he crept up from behind, knifing him in the throat. As the life-blood spurted from him, Jason swore loudly and switched off the games console.