RSH-Beginning
He saw the helmets and wickedly black rifles. jay tightened his grip on the rifle, hoping against hope that it wasn't special operations.
Permanent Vacation
In a fit of desperation you slam the stock of the rifle into zenna's side; behind you. the rifle stock feels like it's hitting steel. your eyes begin to drop as your lungs struggle for air.
Without a Paddle
She was huddled under a large shrub, her empty rifle slung at her side and her knife in her hand.
Dev & Gru
Unfortunately his rifle was still pointed away. the enemy's rifle was however pointed squarely at gru's chest, the sight almost stopping his heart before that last trigger pull might do that in a literal sense. dev was on him.
Initials, Pt. 2
Looking back to the stranger's rifle, he saw the same initials and wood missing - it was identical to his own rifle. it was his rifle. cooper held out a hand and helped the older husky up when he accepted it.
A Doggo's Tale: Becoming a Good Girl
Later versions were designed to be fired from a specifically purposed rifle.
Deadflakes
Sitting beside her, warwick pulled a magazine from his tac-vest and smacked it into his rifle. the tier one ar-15 was very different from the battered and abused assault rifles the raiders were using.
DOOM(ed): Marines are an Impette's Best Friend
Spread out across the mat were the internal components of his assault rifle, neatly organised and lined up with ocd-like precision.
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.
Seventh entry
Hiredeki puts his hands up after securing and shouldering his rifle. his sidekick slowly lowers his rifle, but without turning it away from the man. the man's excitement slowly subsides and he too lowers his rifle.
Inhuman | Chapter 13: The Rescue [old edition]
He ended up grabbing the fallen merc's rifle, slinging it over his shoulder as a backup.
Canimorphs: Daedelus
He lifted the rifle and fired. three quick shots. searing bolts of energy blasted out of the tip of the rifle's barrel, sending waves up indescribable pleasure rocketing up his arms.