"Swear that mud was not my fault no matter what Frank says," Hawkeye yelled, pointing at his at Colonel Blake as he entered his office. Henry was in the chair behind his desk, leaning back. He sighed and said, "I don't even want to know what happened Pierce." "Then why did you call me in here?" Hawkeye asked, sitting down. Henry pulled an envelope out of one the drawers in his desk and tossed it across the table to his chief surgeon. Hawkeye opened the envelope as Colonel Blake informed him, "We're gaining another surgeon, fresh from the states." Hawkeye raised an eyebrow but pulled the papers out of the envelope and scanned them before making any wise remarks. "Captain, well at least I don't have to worry about him going on about having authority over me the way frank does," Hawkeye read. Henry only rolled his eyes. "Oh he's English, I enjoy having that accent around," Hawkeye continued. He closed the envelope and handed it back to Colonel Blake adding, "So when do we get to meet this Captain John Watson?" "Late this afternoon," Henry said, putting the file away. "I'll get a place in the swamp ready for him," Hawkeye said with a smile. He stood up and turned to leave, Henry called after him, "Make sure to help him adjust." Colonel Blake leaned back in his chair again and said, "God knows we all could have used someone's help when it came to that."
Hawkeye was exiting the operating tent when he saw the Jeep pull in. The man who he assumed to be Captain Watson sat in the front passenger seat silently looking around. He had a wary expression on his face, and it was clear his dark grey eyes were adjusting the atmosphere of the 4077. Hawkeye approached the Jeep but stood a few paces back, his arms crossed over his chest. When John climbed down from Jeep, Hawkeye noticed his limp, and looked mildly surprised. He remembered reading that the doctor had served in WWII with the British before this. John looked around and when he caught eyes with Hawkeye, the chief surgeon waved. John looked surprised, as if he hadn't expected anyone to be friendly. His expression changed slightly as he smiled and walked over to Hawkeye. "You must be John Watson," Captain Pierce said, offering one his hand. John took it and shook it enthusiastically. "Yes sir, and what is your name?" He said, his tone warm but cautious. "You can call me Hawkeye, doctor," Captain Pierce responded. He headed towards the Jeep and called to John, "Come on, let's get your bags so we can get you settled in before your first surgery." John obediently followed him.
John looked around the swamp, clearly slightly amused by the way the men had arranged it. "This is your bunk over here, and if you ever want any gin, the distilleries right over here," Hawkeye said, giving doctor Watson the grand tour. John sat on his bunk and set his bag to the side. He looked around and said, "Who else stays here?" "Well Trapper and Frank are both checking on their post-op patients right now, but you'll meet them soon enough," Hawkeye smirked slightly, deciding to wait and see how the new guy and Frank got along before he said anything. Just then the announcement of incoming wounded blared over the speakers. John stood up and glanced at Hawkeye as if asking what he should do, Hawkeye's smirk only grew as he added, "I guess you'll get to meet them very soon." He headed out of the tent, gesturing to John who followed swiftly behind him.