Adrian’s fingers twitched against the length of the sniper rifle, every nerve in his body screamed at him to move but he was unable to. Every inch of the sniper had gone cold and rigid, his body unable to be commanded by the brain that was pleading desperately with Adrian’s rational side to let his index finger squeeze and send the bullet flying.
Kill the target. It’s just a monster that needs to be killed. Every person that thing murders after this point will be blood on your hands! Don’t let it get away!
Adrian gritted his teeth as his finger began to squeeze the trigger, the effort of the pull pressing harder and harder on Adrian with each micromovement the trigger made towards it’s release. He knew he had to take the shot, he had to kill this thing or countless hundreds could die by it’s hands.
An eternity passed in the blink of an eye and at the end of the tunnel, Adrian let go of the trigger, the bullet still locked in it’s prison.
“… I can’t…” Adrian whispered as he stared down the sight of the rifle, bright blue eyes that easily could have been his looked up through the scope, passed the distance between them and into Adrian’s soul.
He knew it couldn’t be true, there was almost a mile between them and there was no way he knew Adrian was there but in that moment, Adrian felt as if they were not even a foot apart. Adrian sighed as he pulled his trigger hand away from the rifle altogether, watching through the scope as Briggs, Vergeltung’s Second in Command, moved up to Aldermann’s side, his own pistol brought to bear as several more of Vergeltung’s best came to protect their leader and get him off planet before the UNSC could stop him from leaving.
Adrian shook his head and shifted his body, turning his rifle towards an Elite that was trying to rip it’s way into a car full of civilians.
More important targets. Adrian lied to himself as the Elite’s body jerked from the force of the bullet entering it’s body.
Plenty of time for that shot later. For just a moment, Adrians finger paused against the trigger before he fired again, the lie helping to sooth his mind from the truth.
There would never be a next shot.