Trial and Error: The Sniper

So this is a new addition to my blog. I am trying my hand at writing short stories, and mainly translating other media to writing. The following is loosely based on the trailer for The American Sniper. No plagiarism intended. All rights go to the respective studios. Please don’t sue me; I don’t really have that much pocket money. Tell me what you think guys and if you want me to pen down a particular scene of your liking please let me know, I would love to try it. Let me know your Thoughts below.

Disclaimer: I do not own American sniper. All rights go to the respective studios.

The scope of his rifle pressed against the sniper’s brow, but he hardly noticed this as he shifted to a more comfortable position. His spotter who was kneeling beside him stiffened.

“Man on a phone, Balcony. One o clock” He almost whispered to the sniper. The sniper refocused on the potential threat and followed his targets movements with a practiced eye. When it moved inside the safety of the house, he sighed and refocused on the empty street waiting for the convoy to pass, carrying much needed supplies.

Since his latest target had moved inside the building his spotter had become more tense if that was possible. But the sniper remained as relaxed as ever, his breathing slow.

It was in moments like this that the sniper contemplated about his life. He thought about his son back at home, playing safely in the backyard, and his lovely wife watching over him. He also realized that any day in this godforsaken place may be his last. Shoving thoughts of his family mourning him away, he focused on the task at hand.

The com-unit in his ear crackled to life, and a static filled voice said “We have the convoy incoming, over.”

“No visible threats. Over.” The sniper replied through the mike in his collar, his throaty voice a direct result of the blazing sun overhead. His spotter’s sudden movement caught his attention.

“Woman and child on the street, I don’t see her hands.” He whispered. The sniper spoke into the mike again.

“We have two targets, A woman and child, crossing the street. Have ground forces check on them. Over.”

“That’s a no-can-do. No ground forces in your vicinity. Your call. Over” the voice on the com-link replied. He trained his eyes back on the woman as she handed a package to the child. His spotter was relayed this through the com link. “The woman has handed a package to the child; we don’t know what’s in it. Over”  The sniper glared at the spotter who looked away.

“We don’t want to take any risks, Take the shot. Over.” The com-link said in his ear.

“Listen, it is a bloody kid, I am not going to pull the trigger unless I am sure he is going to blow. Get ground forces to check. Over” he snarled into the mike, his anger rising.

“This convoy is the only chance we have got at supplies, and I don’t want any risks. Take the goddamm shot.”  The static filled voice screamed into his ear. The sniper exhaled and followed the boys movements across the wide street in which the convoy would pass. He realized that the boy was his son’s age. Just ten years old. He felt a sharp feeling of remorse rip at his heart. He regretted the fact that he was in this situation. He regretted the fact that he was ordered to shoot the boy, based on just a guess.

He knew he was being tested. He closed his eyes and said a silent prayer, hoping to be forgiven. When he stared back down through the scope, the trigger felt coarser that ever.

So There you go, let me know what u guys think in the comments J