𝙀𝙫𝙚𝙣 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙗𝙪𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙩 𝙝𝙤𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙞𝙣 𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨, 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙧𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙛𝙡𝙮.
FEMALE!OC x BOB
(slow updates)
[I do not own Band of Brothers. I only own my characters.]
Started: May 12, 2021
Ended: n/a
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"Behind every great fortune there is a crime." - Balzac
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Fridays were a two-toned day for the men of Easy Company - Light and Dark.
Light because it was Friday, meaning most of the enlisted with a weekend pass would go spend their time at the nearby town drinking their money away with a beautiful lady in their arms. And dark because before they could enjoy their weekend, they would have to complete a twelve mile march with full gear under the moonlight.
Juliet had heard about the Friday marches all week, and she had noticed how the men talked about it with bitterness, mostly directed at Lieutenant Sobel. And she would be lying if that bitterness hadn't been passed down to her as she cursed his name, noticing how Sobel would yell at them, but wouldn't march with them.
She squeezed her eyes shut and gritted her teeth as she marched alongside the company. Her feet ached, and she could feel the burning sensation every time she took a step. They weren't fully healed yet, even after she'd spent the whole day sitting down. It had rained the entire day forcing the whole regiment to stay inside for lectures, which nobody really complained about, one day without running Currahee was as good as a weekend pass.
Juliet started to step lighter to try to get some pressure off her feet, but it only helped slightly. She couldn't stop, let alone ask for help. It was as if she was suffocating. Her whole body began sweating from the frustration and the summer heat combined, and her heartbeat was beating so loud she feared the men would be able to hear it, but they didn't. It was inaudible, covered by the rhythmic crunch of feet, and the not so quiet whispers between the men.
Apart from constant pain on her feet she had a runny nose, and she could tell she was getting sick by the way a high-pitched whistling sound escaped from her nose every time she exhaled. She was beginning to regret stepping into the rain with nothing but her arms to cover her head earlier in the morning as she made her way to the lecture room.
She looked around her surroundings, but all she could see was the heads of the men - second platoon was in the middle of first and third platoon. And she happened to be right in the middle of second platoon. At her left was Penkala and at her right was Malarkey. Both of them were quietly chatting with Skip who happened to be in front of her. They reminded her of Donald Duck's nephews - Huey, Dewey, and Louie. Always together and always getting in trouble.
"Second warning, Malarkey, Muck, and Penkala," Winters announced, glancing towards the trio briefly. Jules wanted to laugh, they looked like children being scolded by their parent. The golden trio then kept their mouths shut for the duration of the march.
