Rifle poised. This was what he trained for. One burst left. A cacophony of noise spread out around him. Screams in the rolling distance.
He aimed carefully. Victory was at hand. No emotion, just the target that was motionless in the electric summer evening air.
Everything blocked out as he drew a deep steady breath. Everything had led to this. It was his last chance: arguments, infidelities, broken promises—he had to make amends.
He fired. The last bit of red star shattered. He took his prize: a large stuffed bear. He handed it to his fiance.
A relationship saving smile.