The scarred ace (a Girls und Panzer story)

The cat prowls

Peter POV

I was woken up by explosions. I was on the ground and my vision was blurry. Then I saw somebody get on top of me.

?: this ain't much but that should keep you going.

He was wearing a Wehrmacht uniform and had a white Stahlhelm. He checked my body and then injected me with a syringe.

My body was aching but the stuff that the presumably medic gave me eased the pain.

He then started to run out of my sight. I then looked around but everything was so blurry... I couldn't see anything...

I then closed my eyes and tried to regain my sight but when I opened them, I was somewhere else. I was standing in front of a mirror.

I inspected myself and noticed that I had blood on my uniform. I wanted to further inspect the reason for this but was interrupted by the mirror.

Peter: in a year's time...

I just spoke without intending to... what is happening?

Peter: maybe I'll have that promotion.

I was confused and noticed that I was in some sort of locker room. But then a voice was heard next to me...

?: you're late Müller.

I turned to him and he was leaning on the doorway. I walked up to him and spoke...

Peter: doesn't matter. I've got friends in high places. You know that.

I then brushed past him and kept on walking through the doorway.

?: ah, screw you Müller.

I then left him but could hear him Mutter something...

?: brown nose *scoff*

I then reached my commander. He is in charge of the Panzerkampf Team. He is basically our boss.

Commander: Müller. you're Late.

Peter: i got hold up. Sorry.

Commander: no training for you today. Maintenance duty.

Peter: ugh. Great. Where am I headed?

Commander: go past the cells we call dorms then take a right and then a left. You know the rest.

Peter: ok. I'm on it.

I turned around and walked to the door leading to the dorms. It opened and someone was walking through the door.

?: wow... the teacher's pet is late. Never thought I'd see the day.

He then looked at me and got a grin on his face.

?: look who it is. The brown-nosing pet.

Peter: look who it is, the asshole who never shuts up.

I wanted to walk away but he didn't want to let me go just yet.

?: hey Müller. Has anyone ever told you that you're a freak?

Peter: and you're ugly, ugly.

I then left and now walked down the hallway where our dorms are. Somebody next to me tried to get my attention.

?: hey! You gonna pay up or what?

Peter: pay up?

?: Poker? Two nights ago? Right after our shift? *sigh* don't tell me you got you're brain fried and don't remember.

Peter: *sigh* I'll have em soon.

?: this is why nobody like you. You mooch, and mooch, and expect to be bailed out. Fuck you.