𝙲𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝙳𝚞𝚝𝚢: 𝚁𝚘𝚐𝚞𝚎 𝚅𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚍

Welcome Back...

Y/N was back at camp in his tree hut, checking over some reports while the sirens went off and the planes flew overhead. Y/N checked his watch and sighed to himself as he poured himself a glass of bourbon whisky, saving a single malt scotch for the men who made it back.

As he drank his whisky, Y/N looked over the reports while trying to think of what he was going to have one of his men teach the French troops.

"An elite fighting group that's been running amuck against the Nazi's, and they've got us teaching fucking French how to fight." Y/N remarked to himself as he checked the reports. "Lions led by donkeys."

Y/N gulped down the last of the whisky when he heard the sound of footsteps, he drew his pistol and approached checked the source of the footsteps, he saw Carthings.

"Carthings, how was leave?" Y/N asked as he and Carthings shook hands and pulled each other in for a brotherly hug.

"I'll tell you about leave if you tell me about Dierdre." Carthings said with a chuckle.

Y/N chuckled.

"Divine." Y/N said as he looked at Carthings. "So, how was it?"

"Well, we've got a new batch of recruits, had a few drinks.... few scraps."

"Good, get the lads ready, we've got orders." Y/N said bluntly as he looked over at Greengrass about to light a cigarette. "Oi! Look around you!"

Greengrass realised he was in a tree house, one stray spark could light the place up, not to mention the scent could give them away.

"Sorry sir." Greengrass said as he put the cigarette out.

"Smoking is only permitted on trips into town.... Stupid boy." Y/N said, muttering the last part to himself. "Gather around men, we have orders from out oh so gloriously experienced leaders."

The men chuckled at the sarcasm.

"We have been ordered to help the French resistance, starting by training them to fight-"

"Fucking hell!"

"Well it makes sense don't it, they need to be taught that their guns are used for more than making a make shift white flag." Basings joked as Y/N smirked.

"Never the less... never the less, I have it on good authority that these people are determined to fight back and would make for helpful allies." Y/N said as Carthings smirked.

"I bet it's good authority." Carthings remarked with a chuckle.

"Here, sir?"

"Yes Johnson?" Y/N asked as he looked to the boy.

"If we need to inform our contact can one of us go? It's just you always seem to rush off and never let us voluntee-"

"No, no I think that responsibility should rest firmly on my shoulders."

"On your shoulders? She must be flexible." Carthings joked as Y/N smirked and shook his head.

"Montague, grab your things, and pick out some men to help you train the French Fighters, the rest of you as you were." 

"Yes Sir." The men all said as they went back to settling back in camp while Montague selected his men....