Mwd Histoires

tsukyomi and shikyou go to wingstop but its like very fucking shitty and i wrote this in 10 minutes ( - the original title ) i do this to piss my friend off and why not 💚💚 ( - original desc )

After 9 years of service with the Australian Army, Kuga, a Military Working Dog, is going on one last deployment. With his handler, Corporal Brett Bates, and the Australian SASR, he is sent to a current warzone overseas. In the heat of battle, Kuga's regiment is called up to help secure and evacuate a hospital that is under threat. *Inspired by the real Kuga the war dog, a male Belgian Malinois who served in the Australian Army. No copyright intended*

Highest Rank : 205 (11/26/17) in Non-Fiction #5 in Marines 10/11/19 #8 in Army Don't take freedom for granted. * Warning: This is a war book after all, will have some explicit scenes- meaning it will go into full detail.* Ember White joined the U.S Marine Corps with her older brother -Julian White, when she was 17. Ember was smart and a natural born leader, could withstand anything and still be able to make it out alive. Her brother on the other hand, wasn't so lucky. Ember decides to become a MWD Handler. ~~~~~~ Judgemental comments are unwelcome , I have not been in active duty so ofcourse I don't know what it's like. I'm just giving it my best shot. I am trying to make it as realistic as possible. discontinued until further notice. K-9 unit Read Vote Comment

the onibi series except these lesbians got a happy ending i made this au the theatrical performances in the shishikusa clan are partnered with other clans, including the obordkuza clan, to share profit. mai was often told that the deformities of the clan made a lot of money, that they were all disabled due to the connections with gods. but one night, mai meets one of the members.

She was black, to the Vietnamese, the color death, but to the soldiers she was a guardian angel. Death clouded the jungles like a morning fog, and she could sense it before it burned off after the heat of battle or the intensity of the morning sun. She could hear death, lurking in the jungles, sense their traps laid upon their paths, smell them shifting through the undergrowth before they could attack. So, when the war was over, how were they supposed to leave their savior behind? [the description isn't so great, but I'll fix it later]