Sniper Synonym Novels & Stories

In the case of a sniper rifle, that translated to a lethal range of nearly two miles. Noise had always been the problem. Now it was not. From this point on, he could kill quietly and disappear just as fast, without drawing every hostile within miles.

The door creaked. Her eyes flew open, body jerking upright. Jax slipped inside, a shadow among shadows. His chest heaved, eyes sharp, gun still hot in his hand. “You—” Her words caught, relief flooding her so hard she almost collapsed. “Are you—?” “Not mine.” He jerked his chin toward the woods. “But I put one of theirs down. The other pulled back.” “The other?” she echoed weakly. “Snipers work in pairs. Spotter and trigger. The bastard with the scope’s still out there. Watching.”

She muttered as she aligned the criss cross mark of her sniper scope to the head of the terrorist with the gun. She held her breadth and pulled the trigger at the same time when he raised his rifle to shoot the third captive. The gun fell from his hand first before the man followed. There was panic amongst the other two who looked around in confusion. One of the men made a dash to the fallen weapon of his comrade but she followed him swiftly, the criss cross mark of her sniper moving behind her new target till her focus point was centered on his chest, then she pulled the trigger. A second later, the man was flying backwards in the air before landing on the floor motionless.

"Focus on the silo. I’m entering the yard now." Valerie shifted her sights to the top of the concrete grain silo. Through the scope, she spotted the thermal silhouette of a rival sniper adjusting their elevation. Valerie didn't wait. She adjusted for the icy crosswind, inhaled, and squeezed the trigger. The rumble of a passing cargo train swallowed the suppressed thud of her rifle. The sniper on the silo slumped forward, motionless. "Silo cleared," Valerie reported. "You are green to move."

One of Hayes' snipers had climbed onto a rocky hill overlooking the battle. The sniper ignored everyone else. His rifle was aimed directly at Nick. Nick was too busy fighting Hayes to notice. Ariana screamed with everything she had. "Nick!" He turned his head just as the sniper pulled the trigger. The gunshot echoed across the forest. And someone threw themselves in front of Nick. David Ashford.

"The sniper... he’s using cold-iron rounds... they’re designed for us." ​"I'm done running, Julian," I said, my voice vibrating with a frequency that made the pebbles on the beach dance. ​I stood up. The violet Scythe in my hand wasn't just a weapon; it felt like an extension of my nervous system. I could feel the sniper’s heartbeat through the air, a rhythmic thump-thump from a ledge three hundred yards up the cliff. ​I didn't need a gun. I didn't even need to be close.

he said as Jasmine nodded. "Snipers are defined, at least in part, by their unique ability to eliminate targets at a distance, taking out threats without letting the enemy know that they are coming, it's a difficult job, snipers typically operate at rangers between 600 and 1, 200 meters, and occasionally take an enemy out from much farther away, " he said as Jasmine was amazed by all the information about a gun. "Are you going to show me how to shoot it?" She asked, "Yes, even-

The nozzle pointed ahead as I took aim. Once my eyes were set on the target, I pressed down on the trigger. To my joy, the bottle to the right exploded and I turned to Julian with a huge grin."Where did you learn that position, love?" he asked.I stared down at my feet and frowned."From my father. why?" I said.I tilted my head curiously as he nodded to himself before replying."The position you just took is called the 'sniper position' used mainly for long distance shots but it can work for short distances as well, only if your enemy hasn't spotted you. " he said.I quickly nodded my head, intrigued. After that, I got the chance to shoot all the bottles missing only a few of them and then getti

The air was thick with the scent of stale smoke and damp earth, a place buried deep beneath the city where no one could find them. Knight stood across from him, his eyes sharp and unblinking, like a predator that thrived in the night. They called him the nocturnal, the eye and wings of the covenant. He saw clear in the dark, adapted to it like it was his own skin, and he specialized in sniping at night — silent kills from rooftops, bullets that whispered death before anyone heard the echo.

He entered the sniper's void. He didn't aim for the hounds' heads. They were made of static; they didn't have brains. He aimed for the dense clusters of white code pulsing in the center of their chests. CRACK. The hyper-sonic digital sabot round tore down the corridor. It struck the lead Eraser dead center. The hound exploded into a cloud of harmless grey pixels. CRACK. CRACK. CRACK. Ren fired with mechanical, rhythmic precision. He didn't miss. Every time Jax ducked or dodged, a sniper round passed mere inches from his head, obliterating an Eraser. It was a flawless, terrifying display of high-level cooperative gameplay.