Dnf Oneshots

snipers never miss

George has one mission, to shoot down his target and get the briefcase, but things don't go as planned. Dream, his target, has another agenda and things quickly go downhill.

or

George hesitates.

TWs:
Guns + knives
Language

Sniper au

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"I've got eyes on the target."

"Copy," Sapnap replies through the earpiece, "I'm in position. Fire when ready."

George's finger curls around the trigger. His rifle stretches out in front of him while he lays flat on a roof in New York. One of his eyes is closed while the other peers through his scope, aiming at the target.

The man he and Sapnap are meant to kill has escaped them many times before. His elusiveness is impressive, even to George, but he knows that they've got him cornered now.

The target, an agent that goes by the name of Dream, walks down the busy New York street, briefcase in hand. George's mission is to assassinate Dream and retrieve the contents of the briefcase.

George inhales slowly, adjusting his rifle. He watches as the blond agent pauses, looking around.

"He stopped," Sapnap says, "George, you have the better angle. Shoot."

George's finger hesitates for the first time ever. He doesn't know why; he's killed many, so why now? George shakes his head and stretches his hand before his finger curl around the trigger once more.

His breath catches when he locks eyes with the target. Dream's eyes widen, but then he grins, saluting George and disappearing behind a slew of people.

"Shit," George swears. He tosses aside his rifle and starts climbing down the fire exit stairs of the building. "I'm going after him, stay high," he tells Sapnap.

"Copy, I've got your back."

George double checks his holster, hand settling on his gun. His specialized pants are filled with secret pockets, some of which contain knives. Soon, he's on the street pushing through the citizens of New York.

As people yell at him for being rude, George keeps his mouth shut, internally cursing the annoying city. Of all places Dream could've chosen to come to, he chose New York.

George's eyes lock on the back of a tall blond and he pursues him, picking up his pace. The man turns and George pushes him to the wall of a building.

People start screaming at the sight of George's knife, but George is focused on the man in front of him. He frowns in disappointment at the sight of blue eyes. George releases the man with a scowl and he runs off.

George turns in a slow circle, people's eyes on him. He scans the crowd, but Dream is nowhere to be seen.

"George, get out of there," Sapnap hisses in his ear. "We'll catch him next time. There's too many eyes on you."

George locks eyes with Sapnap on a nearby roof and nods. He rushes through the people and they part like he has some contagious disease. A frustrated sigh is released from his nose as he climbs back up the stairs he had previously descended.

He packs up his gear, safely securing his rifle. Sapnap asks, "Why did you hesitate?"

~

George leans against the wall in the corner of the room as his boss yells at the team. A group of people are gathered around a table, listening with winces as Technoblade shouts at them.