Interview with a sniper

It started about 10 and a half years ago. I was in the military, doing a job like no other. The life of a sniper is one of precision, patience, and unparalleled focus. Early Days: In the beginning, it was all about training. Hours upon hours spent honing my skills, learning to breathe in sync with my heartbeat, and mastering the art of stillness. Every shot had to be perfect, every movement calculated. The rifle became an extension of my body, my scope a window to a world where every detail mattered. Yet, there were whispers—strange sightings, shadows that moved unnaturally in the periphery. The Missions Deployments took me to places I had never imagined. From the scorching deserts to the dense jungles, each mission was unique, each target a challenge. The waiting was the hardest part—lying in the same position for hours, sometimes days, blending into the environment, becoming invisible. The world moved on, but for me, time stood still. Occasionally, there were reports of entire squads disappearing, leaving behind only eerie silence and unexplained marks. The Mindset Being a sniper isn’t just about physical skill; it’s a mental game. The pressure is immense, the stakes high. One shot, one kill—that’s the mantra. But it’s not just about pulling the trigger. It’s about knowing when not to. It’s about making decisions that weigh heavily on the conscience. The silence of the night, the solitude, it all becomes a part of you. And in that silence, sometimes, you hear things—unearthly sounds that send chills down your spine. The Brotherhood Despite the isolation, there’s a bond that forms with your spotter and your team. Trust is paramount. You rely on each other, not just for survival, but for sanity. The camaraderie is unspoken but deeply felt. You share the same risks, the same fears, and the same victories. Together, we started noticing the signs—strange tracks, unexplained disappearances, and the feeling of being watched by something not quite human. The Aftermath: Returning home is a different kind of challenge. The skills that kept you alive in the field don’t always translate to civilian life. The memories linger, the adrenaline fades, but the sense of duty remains. It’s a constant adjustment, finding a new purpose, a new mission. And now, there’s an unsettling awareness that something else is out there, something that followed us back. Reflection Looking back, the life of a sniper is one of contrasts—intense action and profound stillness, camaraderie and solitude, precision and unpredictability. It’s a path chosen by few, understood by fewer, but it’s a life that shapes you in ways unimaginable. And as the shadows grow longer, there’s a new kind of vigilance, a readiness for the unknown. Because in the quiet moments, you can’t shake the feeling that they’re coming. And so, the journey continues, each day a new chapter in the story of a sniper’s life, with the subtle hint of something more lurking just beyond the horizon.