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

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You walk down the hall that Ronny pointed out to you, curiously eyeing the numbered offices as you pass them by the whole time. The glass windowed walls allow you a full view of the action going on in each of them. Some offices have soldiers yelling at one another in them over argument-worthy topics like ... their private parts? Some of office workers are sleeping with their faces down on their desks, and one even has a guy playing a GTA video game.

I get the feeling they're not taking this war that seriously, you think to yourself as you sigh and continue walking.

As you turn right like Ronny indicated, you feel a lump of nervousness forming in your stomach.

Captain probably won't even notice I'm in the room, you pump yourself up as you walk down the hallway. Yeah! We'll probably be in an auditorium or something ... and he won't be able to see my face in the crowd. And oh boy, will I be making sooo many faces at him! That poor excuse of a captain!

Your face forms an unintentional angry scowl that earns you a few concerned stares from the other people walking past you. You clench and unclench your fists a few times and force yourself to relax.

You beam brightly as you come closer to the end of the hall, where you can see a few people sitting in chairs outside of a set of double doors.

Just one quick briefing, and I'll be away from this guy for good!

"Would you look at what the tumbleweed rolled in!"

You squint at the small group of people that you're approaching, having heard a familiar voice being directed at you. You come closer to the group and recognize the speaker as Gruey. Her split black-and-white dyed hair was hard to forget, not to mention her abrasive personality and scratchy smoker voice.

"Oh, hey! You're alive!" you say, forgetting about her rudeness from earlier. "How did you make it here?"

Likewise, Gruey seems ready to let bygones be bygones. She grins and spits the gum she'd been chewing off to the side. "Stole a car from some old dude fishing at a pond. Drove me and the other survivors here myself." She gestures around at the other people who you recognize as having rode on the helicopter with you. They wave weakly. They seem as tired from this long day as you imagin you look.

Hijacking a car from an elder wasn't exactly a soldier-like thing to do, but you're amazed at Gruey's survival instincts!

"Wow, that's amazing that you got everyone back here!" you gawk.

Gruey puffs her chest out with pride. "Yeah, I know! But you gotta give yourself some credit!" she guffaws. She scooches over on the bench she's seated on (forcing the guy next to her to begrudgingly climb to his feet) to make room for you. You smile apologetically at the guy who'd been forced from his seat but gratefully sit down. Your feet are killing you from how much walking and running you've done today! Just as you begin to relax, Gruey slaps her hand against your back, nearly sending you flying out of the seat.

You grit your teeth at the pain and glance over at Gruey, who is smiling obliviously at you. That was supposed to be a friendly pat on the back...? You feel as though your spine was straight as an arrow now, thanks to that "friendly pat"

"How'd you wind up back here?" Gruey wonders. "I looked all over for the little smart-aleck with glasses but couldn't find hide or hair of ya."

"Oh.... Well, I---"

Just as you're about to go into the story of how you'd been bound and gagged by Captain and Steve, the double doors are pushed open. Everyone immediately straightens up at the sight of Captain entering the room. Even Gruey, who you thought would scoff or be unbothered, seems a bit intimidated when Captain strolls in. All eyes, with varying degrees of trepidation and respect, are on Captain as he strides up to where the new group of new recruits is seated. He stares each of you down.

You want to turn up your nose at him or refuse to even look in his direction, but you realize that in here, he's got the power and respect. If you didn't at least act like a military recruit now—his recruit, yuck--, who knew if you'd make it out of this briefing with a job when it was clear he already disliked you as much as you disliked him.

It's like working at a hospital, Dr. T would probably tell you. You may not agree with what your superior tells you, but you run the risk of getting thrown out on your butt without solving the problem if you start yelling at them like a crazy person or not handling the situation appropriately.

So when Captain's eyes brush in your direction, you simply fold your arms and meet his gaze. You notice a slight frown appear on his face as you two lock eyes before he continues his scan of the room.

After his analysis, Captain bursts into laughter.

"What. The. Actual. Hell. Is. This!" He continues laughing. "Are you really my new recruits? God, we are screwed!"

He points at one of the youngest men there who looks like he can't be older than eighteen.

"No wonder your parents sent you out here! They probably couldn't think of anything else you'd be useful doing besides getting shot at!" Captain chuckles before moving on to the next guy, a slightly chubby person who goes red in the face and shrinks away from his superior.

"And you! Now I know why they were running low on meals in the DFAC! You probably had a layover there before waddling your chunky a** in here, didn't ya?"

The recruit mumbles something incoherent and nods rapidly in agreement, obviously wanting his assessment to be over with.

"And would you all take a look at this punk Barbie!" Captain announces, jabbing a thumb towards Gruey, who surprisingly flinches a bit. "Don't tell me; they stopped hiring at Hot Topic so your rebellion against your parents drove you here instead?"

"...I don't have parents," Gruey mutters quietly but Captain isn't listening anymore as he's turned his attention on you.

"And what do we have here?" He steps closer to you. The excited smirk on his face tells you he's been wanting to say whatever he's about to say since you two had the "pleasure" of becoming acquainted.

"Well, well, well! If the rest of these cockwads disappoint me, I've got to think of a worse word to describe our new resident b**** of a doctor."

You flinch at his use of the "b-word" to describe you. Your attempt to remain professional was about to crash and burn, you fear.

"This your first time out in the real world, cupcake? You look like you spend all your time alone in the library, and that God-awful grandma haircut just confirms it. You ... You look like you read bedtime stories to your cat." He giggles and continues roasting you while you glare up at him, waiting for him to finish. "F***," he sputters out the word as he's laughing so much. "I thought I'd be excited to have a girl as a doctor, but looking at you causes whatever is the exact opposite of a hard-on."

You feel your temples throbbing as he continues to laugh and chuckle as though he's the funniest person alive. Everyone else seems discouraged after being made fun of.

You're about to go off! What should you do?

Tell him where he can put his jokes!

Be the bigger person and let it go.

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