Ghille in the Mist (Descriptive Paragraph)

    I finally found a space to hide. I had to hurry, I was running out of time. I laid down on my stomach, the smell of dirt like a punch in the face. Crawling on the leaves, feeling their brush against my hands and arms, I made it to my spot, a small opening under a roof of branches, surrounded by cover. I sat up, kneeling on the ground, and heard them, my enemy, tromping through woods in front of me. The hood of my ghillie suit was blocking my view, so I raised it a little. Lifting up my sniper rifle, I saw the woods through my scope, impossibly green, I aimed the crosshairs at my enemy and pulled the trigger.