Cold as Steel (A Flexible Survival Fan Fiction) Part 2
The corpsman asked him. the marine ripped the mask off with a grunt and spat some blood onto the dirt beside him. "i think my nose is broken," he grumbled. "probably," the corpsman replied. "i tried to get you to move, didn't i?"
The Last Mission. Ch 2.
The second corpsman yells as i let her hand go and the first corpsman clears from her body. the second corpsman puts the paddles to the humanoid vixen's chest and sends the shock through her chest to her heart. gun fire erupts from inside the ship.
Cold as Steel (A Flexible Survival Fan Fiction) Part 3
The corpsman placed the paper bag of cheap food on the table and sat, placing his kevlar helmet on the bench beside him.
Corneria's Corps ch. 4
corpsman! get you're ass over here!" it was too late. by the time the corpsman got to us, ranning's breathing, heartbeat, and pulse were gone. he was dead. "no! you can't be dead! you fucking can't be!"
Torpedo Run Chapter 16
Finally, his straining shaft pulsed itself to a stop, dribbling over the corpsman's wrist as it finally landed with a soft splat.
Torpedo Run Chapter 15
"y-yes, corpsman, no problem...ugh..." olliver glowered at the corpsman in stubborn intractability. which immediately started breaking down when the fur, unintimidated, just stared back at him with bright yellow eyes.
Torpedo Run Chapter 4
"corpsman! two marines down!" he undogged his own straps and slid down the short ladder-way into the vehicle.
Independent: Chapter 4
"copy, paste, pause, loop," answered the feline corpsman. "i have those when i became a corpsman." "and since you were forcibly made into a corpsman, ya never got your unique function like a normal independent.
Fursecution- Prologue
Santell screamed, likely calling for a corpsman. i rubbed my eyes, nothing about my vision improving. i felt hands placed on me, and an ear placed on or near my mouth, the corpsman listening for breath. i tried to speak but couldn't.
Torpedo Run Chapter 10
The corpsman just stared at him, a look of disbelief and aggravation in his big black eyes.
COLD AS STEEL... UNFINISHED FLEXIBLE SURVIVAL FAN-FIC
A navy corpsman asked as he jogged up to him. "patch this gentleman up, would ya?" the platoon leader ordered and briskly walked away. "yes sir," the corpsman replied before walking up to aston with a hastily mustered smile.
COLD AS STEEL... THE UNFINISHED FLEXIBLE SURVIVAL FAN-FIC
A navy corpsman asked as he jogged up to him. "patch this gentleman up, would ya?" the platoon leader ordered and briskly walked away. "yes sir," the corpsman replied before walking up to aston with a hastily mustered smile.