Lost Soldier: 2, Fight or Flight
Being a wolf anthro himself he knew exactly what a wolf would sound like, mike turned himself around checking his rifles magazine before hitting it back into his rifle. "i think it's time we started moving again captain."
Sergal Tails 7
Why exactly did you choose a rifle of that caliber?" raganzi looked at his trusty sniper rifle before looking at blaze, "it was given, that is all." blaze nodded, "i must say that as a gamer, i would be frightened to face an opponent with your skills."
Torpedo Run Chapter 4
Of a single pulse rifle discharge, and as he straightened from his crouch, saw the rifle-lizard who'd been beating that civilian go down, his head a steaming mess of scaly hamburger.
Black Meridian 01: Ankle Deep
In a flash fletcher was up, nearly naked, rifle in paw and clip in, his fingers deftly racking the slide in a practiced motion.
Against All Odds: Extraction Ch.4
Ronin complied, taking the ammunition out from his rifle and pistol, removing the chambered round in his rifle, and made it a point to lay down his twin katanas and his only kukri.
The Arrival (Part 2)
Looking back up the way the dark skinned commander was holding his rifle sideway and looking along the 'top' of the rifle instead of the sights, reno sucked in a breath and lowered into a sprint.
Inexorable Ch.1
She picked up his rifle and handed it to him. "here." she said, "i trust you won't shoot me in the back with it." "i won't, i promise." he took the rifle and pulled out the clip to replace the bullet he fired from it.
No Way in Hell
He raised his srs93c-x4am sniper rifle, and peered through the scope, scanning the tower for enemy snipers.
All Things Quiet And Sweet 13 - No Matter What You Did
He slowly got up, his jeans somehow dry, but his rifle was now gone forever.
The Lock - Early Short Story Attempt
He grabbed his pack, m16 rifle, and his helmet then left the mess tent. shoving the helmet onto his head, he ran for the huey, slinging his pack in mid stride.
The Romance of War Ch. 1: No Peace
Arie raised his rifle as he closed the distance between him and the patrol of muties, mashing a small fragile looking caster with the butt of his gun and already lining up his next shot.
Focal Distance (Otherwise Untitled)
When, after the view through her rifle's scope failed to provide any further observations of dancing grass, she relaxed her posture a bit.