Head Shot – Silent. Deadly. Done.

 

  Picture the scene: you’ve climbed the frozen ladder to the roof and wedged a claymore by the top rung in case anyone tries to sneak up behind you. Beside the roof vent you go prone, stretching out on a carpet of snow, but that’s ok as you are dressed in arctic gear.   

 You inch forward until you have a decent field of vision then bring up your M21 EBR and settle down to wait. You survey the scene - frozen rivers, dark warehouses on the other side of a train wreck. Beyond a tree line are loading areas, more warehouses. Plenty of places to for the enemy to hide, plenty of heads to aim for.