Novel & Cerita Roleplay Guns

she said, "Good, these are dual pistols, they're easy to use, but you may find it hard to reload, try once." Aurora gave her the guns and watched her with crossed arms as she stood up, and furrowed brows. Why would such a woman need to learn how to use guns? She thought to herself, but then she remembered she had a mafioso husband, she rolled her eyes then, "Good, you know how to use them, there, put on the belt, it has bullets and grenades of many types, we're gonna need them." Aurora helped Amelia get ready. As she did, Amelia looked amazed once again at the girl.

Ricardo started, his voice trembling but I held up a finger to silence him. I raised the gun in my hand towards the light, it was a big black automatic, a nine-millimeter Steyr GB which had been a personal favorite of mine growing up. I pulled out the magazine and checked it, the magazine had eighteen shells in it. I had used just one and I was about to use another. "I'm not here to listen to your explanations," I said turning to Ricardo. "I only have one thing to tell you." I smiled. "God forgives, I don’t."

This would probably be the best way to climb a step towards him. “But have you ever even held a gun in your hand before?” “Do the fake ones count? Or the ones that we use in the arcade?” “I’ll take it as a no.” “Don’t underestimate games! I warn you I am really good with my aim!” Being a loner the only company I had most of the times were games both online and offline and I particularly loved playing shooting games. “We’ll test this out soon because the first place we are going to go is to try on a real gun. Don’t disappoint me.”

"Standing at my side in this hospital is ten kinds of Hell for her." "What kind of piece do you normal carry?" Rios asked her. Unsocial didn't mean stupid. "I use a Glock-22 and Rachel carries a STI Perfect 10," I answered. "We have been experiencing quite a gopher problem around the office." I could have done better - I should have done better. I was just too tired inside to create an inventive lie. "Do have gun licenses for those weapons?" Mr. ATF kept prodding at our cover story. "It seems Ms. Louis - is it Ms. Ms. Louis?" Brewster continued. I flashed Rachel a look which she interpreted correctly.

in Korean. As for weapons, I am a master at all types of swords and guns, especially standard military issue weapons such as the M-16 rifle, the AA-12 automatic shotgun, Scar-H assault rifle, Barrett 50 cal sniper rifle, M-134 Gatling Gun, and grenade launchers. The usual. Also, I'm well versed in many ancient weapons that are currently obsolete such as the musket, and modern illegal weapons such as the Uzi and Ballistics Knife, a projectile knife primarily used by Russian military personnel. Oh, and I'm the military's greatest, most deadly weapon. I have experience in every war since the Revolutionary War, and yes, I am American through and through. Why am I the military's greatest weapon?

Rows upon rows of guns lined the walls, each one meticulously positioned as if they were pieces of a grand puzzle. "Behold our arsenal," Simon's voice echoed through the dimly lit space, a hint of pride lacing his words. Drake's gaze fixated on the guns—pistols with sleek barrels, rifles with scopes that seemed to peer into the distance, and shotguns with their sturdy frames. The cold metal against his skin sent shivers down his spine. He reached out to touch the polished surface of a pistol, its weight both reassuring and unnerving in his hand. "These are more than tools," Simon said, his voice carrying a gravity that matched the surroundings. "They are instruments of protection, of power."

They both looked cute together. "Can I play the badass shooter please? I don't wanna play the hostage. It's boring and I have been playing the role of victim all my life. Please.... please let me play the badass female shooter who saves the day by killing all the enemies. Boom! Bam! Boom! Bam! Like this. Hey, men in guns, tell them I would look good in the role of female assassin—" I began speaking but Silas' doppelganger pressed his palm against my mouth, cutting me in between.

"Think you still got it?" I glared at him. "Try me.". He smiled but did not push any further. He was smarter. The men were almost ready. I reviewed them, seeing each of them individually. Some of them had been with me for years, and some were new faces, but they were all seasoned, lethal, and ready to follow orders without hesitation. We entered the armory, where guns lay in neat rows. Pistols stood alongside silencers, knives, and rifles. It was all we'd ever require. I ran my fingers over a blade, tracing the edge before I lifted a gun, feeling its balance.

We arrived back at the large mansion with a few more boxes of silver bullets and the weapon I was to wear. Rem had decided it was a good idea to equip himself with a Hunter’s gun, one that would be much quieter to shoot than any normal gun. He hoped he wouldn’t need to use it or the silver bullets, but he erred on the side of caution.

She tiptoed into the room and saw another lump with lots of hair scattered everywhere, it was her mother. The room was big and warm and had a smell of Lemon Basil Room Spray. Amaya walked to the cabinet where she knew her dad kept his guns. Her dad had two guns and insisted that her mum took one other gun around making a total of three. She opened the top drawer of the cabinet and saw a stealthy, wicked looking AGM-1 Carbine and beneath it was an Akdal Ghost TR01. She flinched as she touched the two cold guns and carefully brought them out. She kept the Akdal in one of her pockets, held the Carbine closely and tiptoed silently to the other side of the room.