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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AT 2300 HOURS, JUST THIRTY MINUTES AFTER the soldiers were made aware of the fact they were marching, the Stalag was up in flames. Wearing the thickest clothes she had, Madilyn shivered. Her hands tucked into her pockets, her bag on her back as she prepared for a long walk. Bucky, who was partnering with Gale, appeared at her side. His beanie covered in snow as he reached to brush it off.
He quickly glanced at Marilyn, checking to see if she was ok before he moved onto the others. Besides her shivering frame, he determined that she was ok. He moved on swiftly, trying to go as fast as he could before they left. "How you doing?" Buck asked Marilyn, making small talk to pass the time as they waited anxiously. "Would have preferred it if the Russians made it here first." She huffed, looking to her right to find Bucky once again.
"You're not thinking of running, are you?" Buck asked his friend. "Not in this icebox." He responded, sighing afterwards. "Hambone, I wouldn't do that if I were you." Marilyn warned, wrapping her arms around herself as she attempted to warm herself up. "Who knows when we're gonna get this kind of food again, you know?" He retorted, making Marilyn shake her head.
