This Can't be Happening (Hamilsquad x Reader)

This is Really Happening

Previously:

"Jack, wait. Be careful, son."

I smiled and left. We are far past careful.
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(Y/n)'s point of view

I returned to to tent to find the others waiting for me. When they say me, every single one of them jumped up and rushed to my side.

"What happened?"

"Did he punish you?"

"What happened to the other guy?"

I shushed all of them.

"Darryl is being punished and Washington wants me to be a firearms instructor."

They were all quick to congratulate me, but they're compliments died out as they saw my face.

"What's wrong, mon ami? Are you not excited?"

"I am. It's a good thing, I just... I don't know. I'm just nervous I guess."

Freckles put his arm around my shoulder.

"About what? Your the strongest person we know!"

I smiled at the ground. They were always extremely kind.

We had the rest of the day off to rest, and ended up just talking. We shared funny stories and laughed at each others jokes.

In the midst of our fun, Laf pointed out something.

"What happened to your hands?"

I looked down. The bandages I used were dirty and a slight amount of blood stained through them.

"I don't respond well to anger. Long story short, I punched a tree. Fighting made the wound get irritated."

Alexander took off the bandages and looked at my knuckles.

"It's not infected or very deep, but it must hurt."

I drastically flung my head up and down.

"Hurts like a bitch."

We carried on laughing. For that moment, it seemed like our excitement and fun would never end. That was until the next morning.

The alarm sounded, which I'm pretty sure was more pots and pans, but more frantic. We scrambled to our feet with only the moon to guide us.

"What's going on? Why's it still dark outside?"

They were all getting ready. I found a way to hide myself while dressing by wearing an undershirt at all times.

Freckles looked at me. He was usually happy and bouncy, but right now he looked serious and grim.

"Washington's moving us. We're going into battle."

I froze up. I never intended to actually fight when I came here. I don't know what I was thinking!

Regardless of the circumstances, I got ready anyway and lined up in formation.