Sniper Synonym Novels & Stories

The shockwave rattled the heavy chassis of the command transport, the tires fighting for traction on the slick, debris-covered road. High above them, hidden deep within the dark granite crevices of the canyon cliffs, three deep-cover sniper teams opened fire in a coordinated pattern. These weren't standard rogue scouts with hunting rifles. The rhythmic, high-frequency thump-thump-thump of their weapons indicated specialized, long-range anti-material gear the exact type of hardware the Covenant splinter faction manufactured in their eastern smelting works.

The quick ‘addiction’ she had with this baby, she thought it would remain a beautiful memory for her—something she would keep in her heart but would never be looked back. Oh, how wrong she was! In this night, she reunited with FN SCAR Sniper Support Riffle (SSR) which was tailored design for long-range precision fire applications while also providing capability to fight close in just like its predecessor, the MK 20 SSR. Based on the FN® MK 17, the SSR is capable of sub-minute of angle accuracy out to and beyond 1,000 yards which attracted her in when Nexus introduced to her a row of different kinds of sniper riffle at that time.

A sniper's life is filled with endless patience and precision. Herne has animal patience, he can stay still for hours in perfect silence until that perfect moment to fire arrives. Warren has yet to develop the patience to follow suit. Herne chuckled to himself and lowered the rifle and hung it from a gnarled branch above them. He peered through his range finder, "Why would the spade hood leave it behind?" Warren shrugged, "I have no idea, maybe it decided to pursue another way to achieve its goals whatever they are." He took a moment and chewed on some beef jerky, "I never expected the Seelie to believe in Aliens."

Push him far enough, and he wouldn't hesitate to put a bullet in her. When life and death were on the line, who had the luxury of worrying about whether the sword should stay sheathed? People like that—give them even the greatest powers, and they'd still die horribly. Ray kept searching, and soon, a smile appeared on his face. He'd found a sniper rifle. Sniper rounds were different from standard rifle ammunition—faster, with far greater penetration. To be honest, what Ray really wanted was an RPG or a heavy machine gun. Even a regular machine gun would do in a pinch.

Javier's men answered resolutely. When Javier gave the signal, all snipers watched their enemies intently from their scopes and were ready to fire. The other men stepped out of the trees and began shooting at the area where they could take down more men from the opposing group. None of these men overlapped with each other's position. They all choose different areas and targeted as many people as possible.

I tell him. It's hard to explain to people who aren't familiar with the military way of life that – at least for me – kill or be killed was different than being a contract killer. To me being a sniper was no more than someone putting a bounty on someone else's head, and my conscience couldn't take it.

Carson removed the safety of the sniper rifle. In the whole squad, Carson had the highest grade when it came to using long-ranged weaponry so he was equipped with a powerful sniper rifle. While it couldn’t kill a hunter or conduit in one shot, it could deliver a hefty amount of damage. Carson thought of the hibernating hunter. Could concentrated sniper rifle shots make it take enough damage to force it to hibernate? Carson looked at the gun in his hands. As long as he was focused, he could accurately hit a target that was around 600 meters away from him.

The gun was again aimed at the sniper's head. "QUICK, TELL ME! OR WOULD YOU RATHER THE BULLETS DO THE TALKING!" "Ok- ok... I'll tell you. I- I am the sniper of the Hong Kong-based assassin guild. I completely don't know who commands me. Ha- it's just that that person is often called Mr. Zeus. Ugh..." said the sniper stammeringly. His lips occasionally winced at the tormenting pain in his leg. "I'll keep that in mind. Thank you for the answer!"

With a mutual understanding, Lilian advanced toward the twelve o'clock position while Kiran moved from the six o'clock direction, aiming for three and one o'clock. Once they synchronized, they sped up. The sniper at six o'clock, fixated on Lilian’s back, felt a sudden sting on his neck as if bitten by a mosquito. He struggled to breathe and tried to speak but only exhaled before closing his eyes. A silver needle glinted in the sunlight on the back of his neck. Kiran reached the three o'clock position. The sniper there was still mesmerized by Lilian's beauty, his heart racing. Crack! The sniper’s neck broke with a clear, crisp sound, unable to scream. Kiran leaped, throwing a silver needle at

He then aims for Gunner. He pulls the trigger and a bullet fries by Gunner's head, brushing with the side of his head so that a injury surfaces. He falls on his knees with a hand on his head. "Sniper!" All his men take cover behind trees, logs, and bushes while he too quickly rolls behind a tree. All this time Sophia, The Hunter, and his few pick a race with no destination in mind but rather an objective: to escape the gangsters. "Are you okay sir?"