Rally The Troops [Girls Frontline x male reader]

Prologue (Act I - First contact with the T-Doll)

*[Y/N]'s POV*

Ugh... another day in our town, and just like usual, it's full of fucking work to do. I know, we have those fucking machines, but they just keep on breaking down and I have to always fix them! The virus that severely damaged the population and war between major military companies does not help either. I was munching on my breakfast, looking at the queue that has started forming in front of my workshop. I gritted my teeth in annoyance, but swallowed the bitterness with a bite of the sandwich. As soon as I finished eating my everyday, oh so boring sandwich and black tea, I put the dishes in the sink, put on my working clothes, which consisted of forging garb, thick, non-conductive and non-burning gloves, black mask to cover my face and eyes from splinter or flashes, and heavy shoes in case something hot poured down. I unlocked the back side of the bench, launched the tools and the lights, then shut the mentioned door and begun opening the gate, letting civies inside... only to be shoved aside by soldiers carrying a... girl?

- Priority fix! - demanded one of them, and I quickly realized what he meant. This girl was a machine doll, made in order to fight instead of the humans... she seemed to be majorly damaged, gears and elements visible from the outside. A second "girl" approached us, looking... very sleepily?

- She is damaged. Help her. - she stated in an uninterested way, yawning and sitting down on her chair, holding her gun close to her. After closer inspection... it seemed to resemble an old assault rifle, G11. I always was curious, who in bloody hell invented a rifle like that, but well, they did it. 

- It may take some time. Leave me to work. - I replied, grabbing spare parts and mentally slapping myself for accepting that job so goddamn easily... well, whatever. I had a job now. I heard many civilians grunt and talk to each other, clearly annoyed, but soldiers pushed them away, as I closed the gate. I moved the table to the middle of the room, not before covering a second "girl" with a blanket.. wait, why did I do that? She shouldn't feel cold... But I already covered her, so I dropped the dilemma of covering machines and lit up the light above the damaged one. She was gripping her HK416 tightly, but after a short while she dropped it, and I carefully placed the rifle on the other bench. Noticing the degree of gunshot holes, shrapnel entry and exit wounds and many other cuts on her "skin"... It would be a miracle if I fixed her top-notch, and I was somehow glad that a machine got hit instead of a human being.. I untied her ripped clothing on her torso, later  sliding down her thigh-highs, revealing her whole skin.. and slightly blushing at a rather accurate replica of a medium-sized female body. I picked the tools carefully, proceeding to investigate how much did the objects damage her interiors.

*timeskip*

Ugh... the damage done was massive, breaking most of movement and sensoric systems, but it was nothing I couldn't fix after.. The skin fix was the hardest, since I had to sew and replace it with new one, and I had no room for mistakes.

NINE FUCKING HOURS?! I WAS SITTING LIKE THAT FOR NINE HOURS?! Great... now I needed to fix her clothing. I started looking for a sewing machine, only to find it in a wardrobe, alongside with some cloth. I smirked at myself, but heard something moving behind me. I got the machine off, placing it on a free bench and picking the right material, noticing that the "girl" was slowly waking up.

- Don't move too quickly. - I said to her, kick-starting the sewer and cutting the material to fix her uniform.

- W-where am I. - she asked a bit quietly.

- In a workshop. You were greatly damaged. I think your friend is sitting in the corner.. sleeping.

- G11? Oh yeah. She has a habit of that. - she stated, looking down.

- I am currently working on your uniform, I had to take it off in order to fix you and to sew it. Gimme some time, and you'll be as good as new.

- Perv. - she stated in a miserable tone.