It's a Sunday afternoon on the base, the commander has allowed a rest day, Krieger has just finished his logistics and raid paperwork for Monday, and is dozing off in his chair when Kalina's voice goes blaring through the PA system.
"G36 and custodian unit please proceed to dormitory 6"
"Oh it's that loud?"
"Oops my bad"
"Thanks for fixing it Springfield"
By now the commander, surprised by the sudden and loud request, knocked himself off his chair and straight onto his head, M4 asleep on the small couch immediately comes to his side. Cradling his head (which to him feels like it got whacked by M16s buttstock the last time she saw him hugging M4 in her sight line, and that hurt like a wrench to the head) in her lap
"ohhhhh that hurt"
"Commander are you all right? Does your head hurt bad?"
"No no it's just a light headache right now, I think I will be fine I gotta go see what's happened in dorm six"
"Are you sure commander The cleanup crew and miss G36 are on the way already, you need to rest"
"It's fine I going"
"Would you like it if I came along sir?"
"You can stay here M4 I'm just going to see what the hell happened"
"I should go I'm your adjutant"
"You pull that card every time M4 your like a motherly hawk watching over me"
"ufufu commander I do have to take care of you nowadays"
"Thank you cinnamon roll, let's go"
"H-Hey!"
The commander arrives, and as he walks in he notices the smell of chemical cleaners and a terrible version of what seemed to be biscuits?
"Commander mind the floor"
"What-"
And once again, he found his headache returning, and his body on the floor aching already.
"See this is why I need to be by you commander"
"Thanks M4 but please help me up right now"
After a quick survey of the dorm, he walked over to the likely culprits.
"Now why did you hurl up biscuits?"
"Spas-12 did it!"
"Type-64!"
"Way to rat her out, but why did she hurl it up?"
"They made a bet that I-I couldn't eat 6 biscuits at once commander"
"Can we stop trying to get fellow dolls to do things by exploiting their IOP quirks?"
"Yes sir"
"Sorry co-*hurgh*"
"Were gonna need a mop here G36"
"Got it"
"64 please escort Spas to the bathroom, and uhh don't make bets over food again"
"Ok commander"
"Ohh my head"
"What's wrong commander?"
"I think I better head back to my office now, an get some rest M4 and a Tylenol if you can find one"
"Is this another headache commander? Should we checkout your head for concussions sir?"
"No this is just from the smell of the dorm M4, let's go".
The end
Alright there we have it another one sorry if it's short again, wrote this on a whim, Saber let me know if you have any suggestions or ideas.
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