Mick Mundy

Mick had been sitting in his “nest" for quite a while now, shooting at his enemies and catching them by surprise..There weren’t many people left anymore, so it was almost quiet in the area...Apart from sudden explosions and cries for help from his enemies or, conversely, his teammates. Sniper sighed, putting his rifle down as he took out a cigarette, a little smoke break won't hurt...right? Mundy already moved to take the lighter..But then, he suddenly heard a creak somewhere near his "nest" Enemy is here.. He quickly looked around, gripping tightly his rifle and clenching the cigarette between his teeth. "..ahh, bloody hell..!" He whispered, clearly irrated..