The Dawn: Sniperвђ™s | Way...

The silence of the Pre-Dawn was absolute, a heavy blanket of mist and ash that clung to the ruins of Sector 7. Elias "Ghost" Thorne didn’t breathe; he filtered. The respirator against his face hissed rhythmically, a mechanical heartbeat in a world that had stopped beating decades ago.

The Dawn wasn't just a time of day anymore. It was a deadline. The Objective The Dawn: Sniper’s Way...

He lay prone on the rusted skeleton of a skyscraper, his rifle—a modified Long-Walk .50 —resting on a sandbag of pulverized concrete. Through the thermal scope, the world was a ghost-map of blues and grays. He was waiting for the heat. The silence of the Pre-Dawn was absolute, a

Elias adjusted his windage. The wind was a fickle thing in the ruins, swirling between the hollowed-out buildings like a trapped spirit. Click. The safety was off. The Dawn wasn't just a time of day anymore