This Can't be Happening (Hamilsquad x Reader)

To Close for Comfort

Previously:

I quickly climbed in the back silently sat with the other men. No one seemed to notice or acknowledge me.

I'm going to war.
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(Y/n)'s point of view

The cart rocked back and forth. The men sitting near me smelled bad and never said anything to each other.

Apparently I'm in the cart that stayed just in case anyone was late, which apparently meant the guys to drunk to come on time. Lucky me.
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Time skip (cause writer's block)

After only a few days of riding, we finally arrived at camp. We got there at the same time as three other groups.

They directed us to a clearing where we all stood in neat lines. They first taught us proper military manners, behaviors and procedures. We stood at attention for what seemed like an hour before someone came out to the front of the group.

Everyone who was nearby started quietly whispering and standing with the same form as us. A voice called out to us and ordered us into a single file line.

The voice was big and bold and the man seemed to speak with such authority that the very wind seemed to stop and listen.

"Get into formation. I would like to greet each of you personally and welcome you to the camp. And also to warn you. This will not be easy. Many may not make it out alive, but I promise if you follow me, glory awaits every one of you."

Everyone was listening after that. I was towards the back of the line, so I couldn't see who it was, but I could guess. Many people later, I finally reached the front and my suspicions were confirmed.

It was General George Washington. He looked me in the eyes. He seemed to be studying me and finding out everything about me by just looking into my eyes.

I swallowed. His face remained neutral. At last, he smiled and shook my hand.

"What's your name?"

I panicked. What do I say? I can't say my actual name.

"Jack Black."

Jack Black? Did I really just say Jack Black?  I really couldn't think of a anything else?

He didn't seem weirded out by it, so I guess it's okay.

"Welcome to the revolution Jack. You will be staying over in that tent."

He pointed to a tent that was near the General's tent. You could tell it was his because it was a bit nicer and some kind of symbol of authority on it.

I smiled and walked away. My hands were sweaty and I was shaking. The tent I was assigned was empty, but there were items scattered about, so whoever is staying here is off doing something.

I took this opportunity alone to get some sleep. We arrived late and it was getting dark.

I can't believe I'm doing this. I'm going to war. I'm disguised as a man! This is crazy!

My thoughts started racing through my head. Before I could think of what I should do next, exhaust finally won and I fell asleep.
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