It is currently 1973, the Vietnam War, and Captain Jonathan is a famous US pilot. With his trusty UH-1 helicopter, 'The Medic On Wings', he is capable of flying, solo, through heavy fire to rescue those who need it most. However, during a transport...
Bleep! Bleep! Blee-Click. I hit the 'Alarm Off' button and yawned, stretching my arms up and over my head. I exhaled, seeing the sunlight streaming through the small window, the faint sound of the fan lazily spinning on the ceiling. Suddenly, the pillow to my left shifted, and I was suddenly face to face with my teammate, Tammy. I shifted upright, entering a stage of shock. Here Tammy was, shirtless, and in my bed, in my room.
She yawned, and slowly opened her eyes, her calm expression quickly exploding into an unpleasantly shocked one. "AHHHHHHHH!" "AHHHHHHHH!" We both bolted up, screaming. Tammy grabbed the covers off my bed, quickly holding them up over her exposed chest. The rest of the team bolted into the room, weapons at the ready.
"Why're you in my room!" Her comment made me start. "Your room?! This is my room!" "What the hell is going on in here?!" Ash looked at me, then at Tammy, who appeared utterly mortified at the situation. "Oh my-Did you two-" "This is not what it looks like! I just woke up and she was in my bed!" "I-You-She-They-" Tammy exhaled sharply. "I must've been drunker than I thought..." "Ya think?!"
Adley, Marcus, and Todd were laughing up a storm, while Ash shook her head. "Tammy, go to your own room, and get sorted out. Didn't think I'd be snatching my rifle off the table for this..." Tammy hung her head and did the walk of shame out of the room, and I waved the others out of the room before shutting it. Tightly.
'What the fuck?' Had she really had that much last night? I shook my head, suddenly aware of something. Looking down I saw my little soldier, standing to attention. 'For fuck's sake...' I snatched a fresh pair of combat pants out of the dresser, throwing a combat shirt out of the closet as I fastened the belt. 'Well this outta be an interesting day.'
Tammy POV
I felt my face burn as I walked down the hall, clutching the cotton cover over my chest. 'Why the fuck did it happen to me, of all people...' I quickly ducked into my room, shutting the door rather quickly. I grabbed a clean shirt off my bed, the bed I should've woken up in. I sighed, stepping into the shower, letting the warm, steamy water wash over my body. 'They better not hold this over me, and Jonathan...' I couldn't believe how embarrassed and shocked he'd looked as I'd stood there, in a moment of great vulnerability. "Maybe he'll forget about it..."
-Time Skip-
Jonathan POV
I was sat down in the briefing room, the scene from earlier in the morning was replaying in my head, how embarrassing for that to happen. "...Jonathan. Jonathan! Are you paying attention?!" I snapped out of my stupor, seeing the General glaring at me. "S-Sorry sir." He scoffed, obviously annoying. "As I was saying, an HVT for the FIA has been located. Corporal Stevenson." A picture was projected onto the whiteboard, a familiar face popping up.
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