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— ˢⁱᵍᵐᵘⁿᵈ ᶠʳᵉᵘᵈ
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GULPING DOWN THE SOUP HASTILY BEFORE THE GUARDS COULD DISCOVER HAMBONE'S INNER CHEF DURING THEIR NIGHTTIME STROLL, the girl couldn't shake off her mild suspicion when no one dared to meet her eye or acknowledge the deliciousness of the meal. "Hey, uh, what did you say was in the soup again?" Demarco finally asked the blonde, his skepticism evident. "He didn't." Murph replied simply, finishing his share with a nonchalant shrug. "Rabbit?" y/n ventured, idly toying with the bone of the meat she had consumed. "Yeah, sure." scoffed Crank. "There's been plenty of stray rabbits darting around beneath our combine." He added thoughtfully, causing the y/h/c to gag almost instantly as her mind conjured up images of the cat Hambone had been playing with earlier.
Amidst violent coughing fits, both she and Demarco began retching, their stomachs revolting against the questionable meal. "Use a bucket." Brady instructed calmly, unfazed by the brunette throwing up, as he finished his meal. "Quick, someone get another one before she--" Bucky started, but his words were cut off as y/n vomited outside the window. "Ugh, ew..." Echoed around the room as the sight and sound of her sickness turned everyone's guts, killing their appetites instantly. "Shut the damn window! It's freezing." Grumbled Murph, annoyed by the chilly breeze wafting in.
Gale approached his girl coyly, holding back her hair as she continued to purge her meal, his concern more for her nutrition than her picky taste buds. "Geez, Duck. It wasn't that bad." He scoffed, attempting to reassure her, though the worry in his eyes betrayed his words. "Yes it was, it really, really was." Demarco chimed in from the corner, his voice laden with misery. "Keep it down if you can, you two... It's protein." Deadpanned Brady, his tone indifferent as he reminded them of the nutritional value of their unfortunate meal. "The only kind we're gonna get until those Red Cross parcels show up." He added, a hint of resignation in his voice.
"You fucking asshole!" The girl snapped, her disgust palpable as she smacked the chef for subjecting them to such culinary torment. "You're welcome." Ham shrugged in response, not taking her outburst to heart. "Alright, let's get a move on then." Murmured Gale, his voice calm as he settled down. "Almost news time." He reminded quietly, moving to help the girl clear up the space and set up the table for their next activity. Within 5 minutes, everyone had finished their tasks. Demarco skillfully started up the radio, while Brady retrieved his notepad, ready to jot down any important information.
Bucky and Murph positioned themselves near the door, keeping a vigilant watch for any unexpected visitors, while Crank and Smeagol took turns peering out the window, scanning the surroundings for any signs of trouble. With their positions secured, they settled in, prepared to receive the latest news and updates. "British, Indian and Gurkha forces continue to battle the Japanese in Burma, joining Major General Orde Wingate's-- Chindit expedition deep behind the enemy's front lines. In Italy, British forces were once again repulsed at Monte Cassino, while Allied troops remained pinned down on the beaches of Anzio."
"What is it?" Questioned the raven impatiently as the couple strained to hear the distorted voices through the shoddy headphones. "Nothing good." Scoffed the girl, her frustration evident at the lack of relevant information. "Where are them Russkies at?!" She exclaimed, the exasperation in her voice palpable as she banged her fist on the table. "Calm down, I'm sure they're doing the best they can." Demarco reassured, making a poor attempt at concealing his own disappointment. "Brass is here." Ham announced as the door flung open, revealing two figures entering to collect the daily news.
"The Brits tried another attack on Monte Cassino — didn't go too well." Buck informed the men somberly. "And the Krauts sent about 9 or 10 divisions to Anzio, may all of their knives chip and shatter." Grumbled the girl, fiddling with her fingers uneasily. "Amen to that." Echoed the collective sentiment among the group, nodding along to her final statement. "Alright so, pass the news on." Brass instructed, his tone serious. "We want the expectations among the men to be realistic." But before he could leave, a German cry pierced the air outside, signaling the guards' intrusion into the blocks.
"Alright, fellas... Let's go." Bucky alerted as everyone began packing up hastily, hiding their notes and the rest of their equipment.
"Surprise appell." Brady mused darkly, crumpling the paper and stuffing it into his mouth, followed by Crank and Murph. No one dared to risk hiding it in their pockets, knowing the Germans could conduct a sudden search at any moment. The only one immune to a body check was Major l/n, and since she wasn't keen on swallowing paper, she opted to stash it in her bra instead. "Think you can handle more?" Gale asked shyly, holding up three more paper balls. "Yeah, pass them over." She replied with an eye roll, cramming them into her makeshift hiding spot. "Radio, Bucky." The y/h/c reminded, and he quickly returned it to its original location.
"I've got the headphones." Assured Demarco, already working on concealing them, and within seconds, all evidence of their covert operation had vanished. "Come on, let's go now." Bucky commanded, and the rest of the group filed out of their dorm, bracing themselves for the biting chill of the night air. Gathering outside, all the captives had finally assembled 15 minutes before midnight, obediently responding to their roll call as the rest of the Krauts investigated their rooms. "I swear to god, if they mess up my stack of books again, I will rip their throats out with my goddamn teeth." y/n muttered, putting on her beanie due to the cold.
"Let's just pray our underwear doesn't get mixed up again... I ended up wearing Brady's for a whole week." The raven sighed, prompting a chorus of disgusted chuckles from his friends. "Yeah, yeah, laugh it up now, but just wait until you wake up with Crank's stinky underwear over your head the next morning." He warned, his tone laced with both humor and a hint of dread. Just as the girl was about to retort, a chilling scream was heard. "WIR HABEN ETWAS GEFUNDEN!" (WE FOUND SOMETHING!) Announced a Kraut repeatedly, sending a shiver down everyone's spine as they watched the soldiers rush towards Glemnitz, unveiling the chunk of wood concealing the radio.
"Fuck..." Cursed the girl, her voice filled with dread as the gravity of their situation sank in. "But they didn't get the headphones." Buck observed, his tone steady, his expression composed. "Well, thank god for small miracles." Bucky deadpanned, his eyes dark with bitter irony. "And let's hope they didn't dishevel the underwear." He mumbled, making sure not to reveal any sign of awareness or concern, as the officers made their rounds, questioning the prisoners about the contraband. "Fuck your underwear- I just don't want anybody messing with my rubbers." Scoffed Gale before instantly covering it up with a cough, hoping no one had caught that.
"Welp, only one way to find out... Something tells me it's gonna be a LONG night."
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a/n: alright so i know it's not the beeest title, but as a rescuer of 5 cats, i feel horrible for that cat :(
yeah, yeah, they did it cuz they needed it, agreed, but like... yk what i mean </3
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