𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝘄𝗮𝗿, no one is searching for love. especially those who would rather have one night stands, and those that are too busy trying to prove their worth.
𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝟭𝟬𝟬𝘁𝗵 𝗳𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗴𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗽, nicknamed the bloody 100t...
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COUGHS WERE PLENTIFUL IN THE WASHROOM AS men scrambled to find any sort of soap. Many were fighting to wash their face as they did not want to catch a cold in the harsh winter air that awaited them outside. "You know, when I was a kid, I built a homemade crystal radio. I'm thinking of giving it a try in here. Won't be as good as our old one but might work good enough." Buck rambled as John stayed silent.
"Copper wire, graphite, safety pin." He continued, never taking a notice to Bucky as he stood quietly. "You think you can scourge them up for me?" He asked, Bucky finally having a chance to actually partake in said conversation. "I'll see what I can rustle up." He added, a small smile was sent before it was quickly shot down by a familiar piercing sound.
The men looked at each other, faces full of confusion over the fact a daylight raid was taking place. "Daylight raid this far East?" Marilyn spoke as she reunited with the two men outside of the building. The trio looking into the sky, seemingly unbothered by the fact that Hell was breaking loose behind them.
"Back in the Barracks now!"
Germans shouted in their native language at the soldiers. They knew very little English, besides the commanding officers. The officers on the ground with the captives were young, most of them were likely still in school. "It's gotta be Berlin, right?" Bucky asked anxiously, his excitement could barely be contained.
