Ultimate Kill | Sniper:

"He’s got a thermal," Beckett muttered. "He's waiting for us to sweat." "Then don't," Miller replied.

Beckett didn't cheer. He didn't move. He stayed on the glass, watching the tower until the dust settled. Sniper: Ultimate Kill

Beckett stood up, his joints popping like gunfire. He slung the rifle over his shoulder and looked toward the horizon. The ghost was gone, but in the jungle, the silence never lasted long. "He’s got a thermal," Beckett muttered

"Wind is shifting, three o'clock," Miller whispered, his voice a dry rasp. "Range is eight hundred meters. He’s in the bell tower, third arch from the left." He didn't move

The recoil punched his shoulder. Before the sound could even echo off the surrounding hills, the glass glint in the bell tower vanished.

"Target neutralized," Miller said, finally lowering his binoculars. "One shot. Ultimate kill."