... it seems that for the most part everyone has seemed to forget that a sniper is an assassin. Even though in D&D most snipers are rangers (for obvious mechanical reasons, specifically the track and bow proficiency) a sniper is one who "studies, stalks and eliminates" any known threat. While the popular conception is a Soldier on the battlefield taking out targets of opportunity, snipers can and have (look it up) posted a target for weeks before they "take the shot".
The sniper school teaches the art of the stalk which an take a very LONG amount of time to complete. They are, at the core assassins, ones that have to live for the rest of their lives knowing what that entails. ... However, I have never met a hero that has ever said..."I'm a hero!!". ...
Yup! Perfect, real-world, example:
Carlos_Hathcock.
He's emulated in a lot of fiction. But even there, the fiction doesn't even come close to what the man actually accomplished. He may not have ever called himself a Hero, but I do.
To the OP: if you want to read a good, real-world, example of a heroic Assassin archetype - read
Marine_Sniper.
I happen to know a couple "ex" snipers and you can trust me, they have issues - they never think of themselves as heroes, just people doing the job they were taught, the best way they know how. ...
We had a former Marine sniper in my last unit in the Air Force. He had switched to the Air Force at the urging of his wife who was worn out from his operational tempo (snipers have been a bit
"in demand" and busy since 9/11). So he became a helicopter maintenance crew chief (or APG). Definitely a change of pace for him. He's one of the quietest people I've ever met - kind of that
"still waters run deep" thing.
He'd bring a 2-litre bottle of Mountain Dew into work every day, and usually drink most of it in a shift - and still have rock steady hands. After a 2-liter bottle of Mountain Dew, I'd either be bouncing off the ceiling, throwing up, or just have my heart explode!
I remember a few of us joking around outside one day during a break, and I made a comment to him that maybe I shouldn't crack a joke at his expense - or I might end up with him laying in wait for me on a water tower or something. Without missing a beat he replied:
"Nah. You don't have an effective escape route from a water tower.". I couldn't think of anything else to say to that except
"Damn". It wasn't scary or anything, and was just friendly banter between comrades, but it was kind of spooky how his thought process just automatically went back to his training.
Last I heard though, he just couldn't take the pedantic pace of an Air Force maintenance unit any more, and went back to the Marines.