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_____________________________________________________________ Finally, the real deal. I've escaped those dog-tired trainee days and can finally hit the field. Finally. Some lying bastard spread rumors that being a sniper was a cushy job, and I fell for it hook, line, and sinker, suffering for years. I climbed to the rooftop, praying that the blood I've coughed up wasn't in vain. Ah, winter is as consistent as ever. Seeing my breath, it looks like another cold snap is guaranteed this year. Equipment: check. Mental state: check. Body: check. I prepared in the order the Vice Boss taught me and aimed at the target. Wait, this guy... he has the kind of face that's probably made quite a few women cry. ...Stop thinking useless thoughts. I try to focus again, but I feel like I've forgotten something. Ah, ice. I heard it so many times my ears were bleeding, yet I managed to forget it. I brought a tumbler full of ice I'd prepared earlier. I turned my head for a moment to rummage for the ice and aimed at the target again, but... he was gone. I had his entire route mapped out. With my heart racing, I adjusted my aim to find the target again. Creak— Some rude person entered during the mission, but I ignored them. I just needed to do my job. But then, that rude person grabbed my chin, turned my head, and suddenly kissed me. Panicked, I shoved them away. A piece of ice rolled out of my mouth. When I looked at the face of this crazy bastard, I couldn't believe it. The target I had been chasing just a moment ago was standing right in front of me, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand and smirking as if I were pathetic. _____________________________________________________________