Ultimate Kill - Sniper:

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

The sun over the Colombian jungle didn’t just shine; it weighed on you like a wet wool blanket. Marine Sergeant Brandon Beckett lay motionless in the high grass, his breathing so shallow it barely disturbed the barrel of his rifle. He wasn't just hunting a man; he was hunting a ghost. Sniper: Ultimate Kill

Beckett adjusted the dial on his scope. The click was a tiny, mechanical heartbeat. Through the lens, the world became a narrow circle of heat haze and stone. He saw the glint—the sun bouncing off glass. The Devil was looking for him, too. Beckett didn't cheer