Why Did I Sign Up For This?! (Tankman x Doctor!Reader x OC)

New Recruit

Okay, so you weren't exactly sure how you were going to be traveling to the field hospital. The soldiers at the recruiting office in town had been strangely cryptic about the whole situation when you first signed up. Well, maybe "cryptic" isn't the right word to use. More like ... completely uninformed and unorganized.

You remember that day, probably a month ago, when you proudly scurried towards the recruiting office downtown, official college transcripts in hand (they were written on a napkin from a fast food restaurant, but her professor said that should be alright). 

In the ramshackle building used for enlisting new military staff, there were two soldiers dressed in that standard black and white military garb that you had grown used to seeing around the city since the war began. They were seated behind the counter, which was littered with magazines of women in skimpy clothing leaned against brightly-colored racecars. One of the soldiers was looking at a foldout in a magazine while the other had his face down against the counter. He was snoring loudly, and there was a gooey-looking pool of saliva forming around his head. 

This place doesn't seem sanitary at all, you thought as you approached the soldiers.

Since neither of them had looked up at the chime of the doorbell, you were forced to interrupt their "hard work".

"Hi!" you said cheerfully, smiling at the soldier who was awake but had his face shoved into the dirty mag. The soldier lowered the magazine, revealing his confused expression. When he saw you, he blinked a few times.

"Uhhhh...." He looked from her, to the door, back to his magazine, and then back to her. " You lost, girly?"

"I don't think so," you said, but you double-checked the business card the recruiter that visited your school had gave you. Yes, this was definitely the right address.

You handed it to the soldier who flipped it around a few times before giving you a curious smile.

"You're wanting to join the cause, little lady? I mean, no offense--and I'm not tryin' to get cancelled or anything--but you don't really seem like the ... ah, fighting type."

"Well, I'm not," you confirm, not offended at all. You were a shrimp with no muscles--no hiding that fact. "A recruiter came to my school, Reiner University, and he said you're in desperate need of medical help. So I'm here to sign up! I'm just about to graduate with my medical degree--I have all of my official documentation right here!" After a moment of hesitation, you excitedly pull out your transcripts, as well as a letter of recommendation from your professors (the only professor left at the university) and placed them on the sticky counter.

The soldier picked them up, looked them over with a deadly serious expression. Then, he gave you a thumbs up.

"Alright, kid! I'm illiterate, so I don't know what any of these ... wiggly lines mean, but it looks pretty official. Meet us here next month with a suitcase full of necessities, and we'll get you out on the field."

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