Not that kind of movie

When he saw the target in the sights of his Vintorez, he realised the truth in those sayings about blood turning to ice in veins.
Had he been just an observer, he would have chuckled at the situation. It was straight out of a film. Lovers on opposite sides, tasked to kill each other. In a film, they would have teamed up against their masters, earning their happily ever after.
But the orders were clear.
Steady arms.
Breathe out.
Clack.
He didn't miss.
Eyes stared blankly forward as his arms moved seemingly on their own, turning the gun around.
Clack.