Wind at my back, Sniper Rifle in hand. Avalanche. Big Team. Chaos. I turn just in time to see a Ghost splatter a teammate; a dear friend. Fallen soldier. Fury spreads through me like.... something that spreads fast. But my body was ready. I quickly zoom in once, then again. I line up my sights, laugh to myself a little because I know and he doesn't. He jumps to avoid a death from some close quarters combat below. Instead, my bullet sailed through someone's face crouched behind him with Active Camouflage. Nailed it.