Ultimate Kill - Sniper:

The recoil punched his shoulder. Before the sound could even echo off the surrounding hills, the glass glint in the bell tower vanished.

Beckett adjusted the dial on his scope. The click was a tiny, mechanical heartbeat. Through the lens, the world became a narrow circle of heat haze and stone. He saw the glint—the sun bouncing off glass. The Devil was looking for him, too. Sniper: Ultimate Kill

Beckett didn't cheer. He didn't move. He stayed on the glass, watching the tower until the dust settled. The recoil punched his shoulder

Beside Beckett, Richard Miller—his father’s old protégé and a man who treated war like a chess match—watched through a spotter scope. The click was a tiny, mechanical heartbeat

"He’s got a thermal," Beckett muttered. "He's waiting for us to sweat." "Then don't," Miller replied.

"Wind is shifting, three o'clock," Miller whispered, his voice a dry rasp. "Range is eight hundred meters. He’s in the bell tower, third arch from the left."