Welcome to Snipe squad

You've been chosen as the top five among hundreds of participants do not make us regret our decision the instructor said

Then the doors behind him slide open with a smooth hiss, revealing a massive armory. Rows upon rows of weapons gleam under the cool, artificial light. Rifles. Blades. Experimental tech. The sheer variety is overwhelming.

A voice echoes through the room, projected from hidden speakers.

"Select your weapons. Once chosen, customization will be available. Choose wisely."

Jade Graves moves first. She walks straight to the sniper rifle section, eyes scanning the racks. Each rifle is a masterpiece, designed for precision. She tests a few—too heavy, too clunky. Then she sees it.

A sleek, jet-black sniper rifle, lightweight yet powerful. Its design is elegant, built for extreme accuracy. She picks it up, peering through the digital scope. It feels perfect.

A holographic panel appears.

ENTER DESIGNATION:

Jade smirks and types:

ECLIPSE

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Rico Mercer doesn't waste time. He knows what he's looking for. His fingers dance over a pair of sleek, compact pistols with a faint purple-blue glow. They feel light, deadly—perfect for his style.

He flips them in his hands, testing the balance. His grin widens.

Holographic panel:

ENTER DESIGNATION:

He types: VORTEX TWINS

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Ari Quinn moves carefully, scanning the sniper section. She's smaller than the others, but she's just as deadly. Her fingers brush against a futuristic rifle with a glowing cyan barrel. Silent, precise, adaptable.

She lifts it gently, her grip firm. This is the one.

Holographic panel:

ENTER DESIGNATION:

She types: REQUIEM

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Gage Hunter stands still for a moment, then strides toward the heavy weapons section. He barely looks at the other guns. He already knows what he wants.

A massive railgun sits at the far end, its titanium frame built for destruction. He grips it, feeling the weight. Power. Strength.

Holographic panel:

ENTER DESIGNATION:

He types: HELLSTORM

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Skye Voss doesn't touch a single weapon. She doesn't need to. Instead, she moves to the digital interface, fingers flying over the screen. Unlike the others, she doesn't choose a weapon—she creates one.

A shimmering pistol materializes before her, designed from scratch. Compact, high-tech, integrated with her neural systems. It's hers alone.

Holographic panel:

ENTER DESIGNATION:

She smirks and types: OMNI STRIKER