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

Rules of War

It takes at least an hour to get to the main operations base, and you're imagining it's going to take at least thrice that amount of time to get the taste of nasty soldier foot out of your mouth. Eww.... You're trying not to think about it too much.

Your mom was going to flip when you wrote her and told her about your first day here. Blown out of the sky by your captain and his friend (who you're beginning to think were raised by feral animals), peed on, tied up and treated like a prisoner of war.... On second thought, maybe you won't tell her about any of this. She gets worried when you say you have a headache, so she might just hijack a military vehicle to get over to where you are and check on you if you told her all that. And the last thing you want is her on a battlefield.

Sigh.... At least you'll be somewhere safe soon and away from these two. Meeting brave soldiers like your dad—you can't wait to be a part of their lives, fixing them up and getting them ready for battle.... It's going to be amazing!

You think back and remember the pep talk your professor, Dr. Tilwinsy, had given you the last day of class after you'd completed your final exam.

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The classroom was empty besides you, Dr. Tilwinsy, the cadaver on the operating table, and the long dead rat on the miniature operating table beside the cadaver's. You'd just successfully transplanted the heart of the rat into the cadaver. It was a bit of a strange final exam, but Dr. Tilwinsy had assured you that skills like rat to human heart transplants would be necessary in the real world...? Plus, you'd grown used to his eccentric behavior. You figured that most doctors got a little nutty being around sick people and white walls all day.

"Do you really think I'm ready to be a doctor, Dr. T?" you wondered, staring down at your bloodied gloves.

Dr. Tilwinsy took a swig from his flask that he always assured her was filled with water before burping and patting his young student atop her scruffy head.

"You, my dear, are going to be done... by great things," he promised her, voice slurring with emotion. He tilted his flask above his right eye and peered into its emptiness with a disappointed frown. He sighed and then belched again. "Gonna make a lot of people around here proud. Just remember old Dr. T when you become a money with lots of doctor, won't you?"

You laughed at his joke but stopped when he abruptly seized your shoulders and shook you around.

"This is no laughing matter, Didi! Send me money whenever you can, alright?! I've got important, er .... studies to take care of here!"

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You smile fondly at the memory, almost forgetting your current position.

Positive thoughts, you remind yourself, positive thoughts...

Someone clears their throat, pulling you out of your head and back to reality. You look up and see one of the two soldiers staring down at you. You turned away from him with a small "hmph". You're not too keen on talking to either of them at the moment.

"Uh, we're here, so I'm gonna take the sock out of your mouth and untie you." It was Steve speaking. "You won't slap me, will you?"

You think about it. You don't think they'd shoot you since the one called Captain said they needed a doctor, but you don't think you should risk it.

You slowly shake your head. Steve breathes a sigh of relief. He moves behind you and unties your wrists then backs away quickly, like you're a snake that's been waiting to strike.