"Did he just...?" Sweetwater stammered.
He aimed at an enemy sniper three hundred meters away. One bullet. One chance. Battlefield Bad Company 2 -Jtag RGH-
The snow fell sideways on the Russian border. Private First Class Marlowe knelt behind a shattered concrete barrier, his heart thumping against his ribs. Across the valley, the enemy base shimmered with heat signatures. "Did he just
Marlowe could.