averageidiot132
When Y/N woke up today, the last thing he expected was to hop to a post apocalyptic universe full of cyborg women where he would have the title of commander foisted upon him.
Really, of all the people to lead a squad of soldiers, you picked the weird magic slingling seventeen year old who just randomly showed up and destroyed a rather large amount of the genocidal robots that forced you all underground barehanded? Okay yeah, putting it that way the decision seems kind of obvious.
Ah well. It's not like he had anything better to do. Leading a squad of hot women sounds like a fun time. Running an outpost and filling out requisition forms though...he could do without all of that nonsense.
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"Rapi..."
"Commander?"
"We'll bang, ok?"