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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THE RETURN OF MARILYN AND GALE TO THORPE Abbots caused a cascade of emotions. The duo thanked the driver for the ride back, gathering their coats from the car and placing it around their shoulders. Marilyn took in the sight of the base, happiness flooded over her as she was safe. "Good to have you back, ma'am!" Crosby called, her head turning to find him walking up to her. She smiled as she walked up to him, engulfing him in a hug as they reached each other. "Rosie." She called, watching him talk with Buck.
He waved to her, shaking her hand as she approached him. "Welcome back." He stated, a smile on his face as he talked to the girl. "Lemmons." Buck smiled, the teen was shocked to see the two. Everyone on base assumed they were dead. "Good to have you two back!" He called, waving to Marilyn. The breeze lifted her now long hair into the air. It fell against her back, unwashed and untouched. "Long hair suits you." Crosby said, glad to have his colleague back. "Had no choice but to grow it out." She responded. "You got a musette bag, ma'am?" Lemmons asked.
