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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"Blessed is he who expects nothing, for he shall never be disappointed." - Alexander Pope
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Juliet pushed the door open and instantly wrinkled her nose at the smoke-filled billet. She wasn't a smoker, not because she believed cigarettes were cancer sticks, but because she hated the smell. It stayed everywhere: her bed sheets, her clothes, and even on her hair. Back home she didn't have to deal with the smell. Her parents were nonsmokers, so were her grandparents, even Peter. However, Lucas smoked like a chimney. He started when he first enlisted, so she assumed it was a military thing. And maybe she was right, all she ever saw in Camp Toccoa was men sharing cigarettes. Perhaps it was a way of dealing with the stress of not being home with their loved ones or they were just addicted to nicotine.
"Hey, princess," Luz, who sat next to Perconte on his cot, waved at her to come closer. "You got a band-aid?"
She decided to ignore the fact that he had called her princess once again, and opened her medic bag in search of a band-aid. It's been almost a month and nobody has gotten the message that she didn't like being called a princess, and she didn't know how to tell them to stop. "What happened?" Julie analyzed his face and arms for cuts, but saw none.
"I scraped my knee falling for you." Luz's eyes sparkled with mischief and smile widened from ear-to-ear, while Juliet's cheeks blossomed with fire as Perconte and a couple of the guys chuckled at the Portuguese's pick up line. He never failed to astonish her; he had a different pick-up line every single day, and she always fell for his little game, thinking he was injured, but he never was.
She lowered her head, letting the embarrassment consume every inch of her body, and continued her way down the rows of bed, briefly stopping by Eugene's to drop off his medic bag. He had asked her to take his bag to his cot since he was running late for latrine duty, and she happily accepted. Eugene had been an absolute angel to her; the least she could do was lend him a hand.
Her breath mingled with the third hand smoke inside the billet as she sat down and proceeded to untie her boot after a long day full of Currahee runs and medic lectures. At least the week was drawing to a close, and she would soon be free of Sobel for forty-eight hours before starting all over again.
Juliet turned her head to the left and smiled. "How are you feeling, Skip?" She asked the blonde man whose eyes were glued to a Titter magazine. Gross. His bed was very close to hers, everyone's was, the billet was meant to be packed, so she often saw every single thing he did, even when he stared at that magazine in a reverie.
