The Runaway | A.Ham x Reader

Chapter Seven

I never thought I would see hell, that is until I walked out of the tent to hear gunshots and yelling from men.

-Earlier That Day-

"[Your Name], you seem a bit down today." Stated John, whom sat on his cot across from mine.

We had stayed in the tent a bit longer than our other messmates, but we had sat in silence until now.

"I just feel as if something is off today." I told him as I looked up from my lap.

John's expression turned from worried to serious, "Off?"

I nodded, "Though, I am not sure why I feel this way."

John stood and lended out his hand to pull me up, "Perhaps it is because you haven't had much social interactions today?" He said jokingly as we walked out of our tent.

I rolled my eyes at him and looked around at my surroundings, "Where are the others?" I asked, not being able to see any of my friends.

"I wish I knew, [Your Name], but I have been in the tent with you." He answered, which made me sigh.

Then, out of the corner of my eye, I saw Alexander coming out of Washington's tent.

"Hamilton!" John shouted as he rushed over with me trailing behind.

"What is it, Laurens?" He asked then glanced towards me, "Ah [Your Name], it is a pleasure to see that you've finally gotten up." He said with a smirk spreading across his face.

I rolled my eyes at this, "I apologize for having a decent rest routine."

John laughed, with Alexander nodding in agreement.

I then tensed, feeling the presence of someone behind me. Then, a strong arm slung over my small shoulders; startling me.

"Ah, mon ami! You are quite jumpy today." Laf said and poked my side with his free hand which made me squirm.

"Lafayette, any updates?" Asked Alexander which caused me to raise my eyebrows in confusion.

"Updates?" I asked.

"A messenger recently came back with news of British troops coming our way." Laf said, answering both Alexander and I.

"Damn, I have only just gotten settled and now I need to be up on my feet!" Exclaimed John, which caused us to burst into laughter.

"Say, where is Hercules?" I asked, noticing we were lacking our firm source of loudness.

Alexander bit his lip in hesitation, "In Washington's tent."

"What, why?" I asked as Laf's arm fell from my shoulders.

John's smile fell, "Washington wants to assign Mulligan as a spy."

"You are kidding." I muttered and looked down.

Alexander put his hand on my shoulder, "If he is assigned, Mulligan will be fine. He's a grown man, he can handle himself."