(Girls frontline) I will always be at your side Commander! Monthlyish updates.

On-site shenanigans: Vodka

*Knock Knock*

"What is it Springfield?"

"There's a problem with the Russian dorm"

The commander sighed as he put his hands to his head.

"Again!? This is the third time this month!"

He got up and headed out, as he neared the dorm 2 he could already hear the excessive Russian music and as he walked into the doorway, a trembling MP40 rushes over grabbing him by the coat sleeve.

"save me Kommadant!"

"whats wrong 40?"

"I-Its Nagant! She's been taking potshots at me!"

"well at least she's missing"

Spoken too soon he hears the crack of a rifle and a second later a 7.62 round embeds itself into his boot, he winces as he holds it up, luckily its just the metal leg and it will be fine, as MP40 runs off, the commander walks further into the dorm seeing M4 on damage control wrestling a unlit Molotov out of Nagants hand her rifle still smoking from that 7.62 round, one more quick look reveals PP-sh passed out on the couch, DP28 hanging from a bunk bed, AK-47 still trying to drunkenly juggle Vodka bottles, there's the reason for the mayhem he thought, OTS-12 out cold on her bed, M1895 passed out on the floor, and a terrified Suomi hiding under a bed.

Krieger walks over to the drunken 47 and asks:

"Where did you get these bottles?"

a quick count revealed about six of them.

"Oh commander I-I traded f-for them *Hic* would y-you like some?"

"first how did you get them, and second what did you trade for?"

"A comrade of mine, and uhhh lets see... oh yeah! My gun"

"can you get it back? Because its gonna cost me to requisition another one you realize that?"

A quick look answered his question and she splashed what little Vodka left in the bottle into his face and took off, he wiped it off with a sleeve, and walked over to a still wrestling Nagant, trying to reach for the unlit Molotov and shouting a string of curse words he was glad he didn't understand, as he grabbed her by the arm and lifted up his shot through boot.

"can you explain why you were taking potshots at other T-dolls?"

"uhhhhhhhh because the germans were coming?"

"Commander are alright?"

"don't worry M4 just my prosthetic"

"Now can we please refrain from bringing old blood back, and not partake in the consumption of alcohol?"

"Y-Yes commander"

"I want this dorm cleaned up within the next three hours and when I come back and its not done you all have logistics duty's for the rest of the week, and one more thing see if you can find AK-47 she shouldn't have gone far."

"Yes sir"

The commander took one last look at the mess, before plucking the 7.62 round out of its hole in his leg before chucking it out, and to his dismay coolant came running out of the hole in his prosthetic leg and it gave out, the next 30 minutes were spent in the repair bay fixing the leg and M4 fussing over him about how that bullet could have hit elsewhere.

There another one done, I didn't realize this would spiral into a whole series but thats fine by me I guess, if anyone has any suggestions or comments please leave them down below some feedback would be nice.