Linn peered at his target through the thorns and thumbed his weapon’s selector switch to “A”. Only 50 meters away, so putting a burst into his chest wouldn't be difficult. This engagement would be over in only a moment, and all they had to worry about was a hostile reflexively pulling the trigger of their weapon when they died, alerting the island. He lined up his shot through the thorn bush, his finger hovering just off the trigger.
“Staying low, not a bad shot.” His sight wasn't too obscured by the thorn bush, and not having to leap to his feet would keep his shots precise and steady. He watched his oblivious target through the rifle optic, waiting for Bravo 2 to engage their targets.