Cheers and laughter sounded throughout the squadron, even Horvath chuckled to himself. Sam was heading over to the entrance of the house when she was stopped by Miller, who grabbed her roughly by the arm.
"Listen Private, you may have found us an extremely good place to sleep for the night, but that is no excuse for you to just run off without my permission. Don't do it again." Sam nodded lightly, Miller sighed releasing her arm and heading inside.
The cottage was fairly old, the ceiling was made of elm wood, the walls were made from pine wood, and the floors were a light green carpet. There were little objects in the house, a few tables and chairs littered the living room, the kitchen was extremely clean, the cutlery was tidied away, and the surfaces were clean. Upstairs there were four bedrooms and two bathrooms, the bathrooms each contained a bath, a sink and a toilet with a single mirror and a few cabinets stuck on the wall. The bedrooms only had one bed, drawers and a chair, they looked undisturbed, untouched for years.
Once everyone, but Mellish and Caparzo, was inside, the atmosphere soon began to lighten. To their dismay, there was no electricity working, so they had to use candles to light the cottage.
Miller stood up straight, glanced around and began to talk. "Mellish and Caparzo are on patrol outside, scanning the surrounding area. Jackson and Reiben head upstairs on opposite sides of the house; see if you can see above the trees. Poole, Yenick, Wade, Upham look around for supplies, or go outside and help Mellish and Caparzo."
Poole and Yenick began to move around the house, Poole glanced over his shoulder and his gaze lingered over Vincent, his brows furrowed in confusion. Vincent caught his gaze and stared at the ground, gulping nervously. Yenick elbowed Poole and the two began to have a quiet discussion, glancing momentarily back at Sam before heading into the dining room.
Upham shook his head quickly, looking gingerly towards the darkness outside. Reiben chuckled to Jackson, then proceeded to slap Upham on the back, causing him to fly forward.
"Vincent, you need to stay upstairs and keep an eye out for anything suspicious."
Reiben cursed quietly before heading upstairs. He stopped beside Sam and licked his lips. "Keep an eye out, they could be anywhere."
Sam watched Reiben climb the stairs and sighed, rubbing her shoulder without realising. Wade instinctively moved towards her, brushing her hand away, a look of concern shadowed his features. "Is it hurting?"
"I'm fine." She slapped his hands away and walked up the wooden stairs.
Miller and Horvath stared at the medic, who looked after the embarrassed Private. "Wade you're talking to him as if you're a married couple. You fond of him?"
Wade laughed out loud at the commanding officers confused faces. "What? No, no. He's my patient and all." Miller nodded in realisation.
After Miller and Horvath headed into the dining room to talk about manoeuvres, Upham began to look through the kitchen for food; he found four loaves of bread and tins of tomato soup.
"You do look after him more than the other guys, you know." Upham spoke, glancing at Wade.
Wade's head rose slowly. "Well, no-one else is injured. Yet." Wade smiled. "He's just not fitting in well."
Upham scoffed. "Poole and Yenick are more injured than him. He gets with everyone better than me. I mean, he's the smallest, most rebellious, yet he only get's a slap on the hand."
Wade glanced towards the tired Upham and bit his lip.
Upstairs Vincent was in the smallest bedroom, which had the least amount of view to the surrounding fields. The darkened sky shadowed the forests, making it almost impossible for Vincent to see past the rows of trees. She heard Reiben and Jackson talking in the room opposite hers. They were talking loudly, laughing at inappropriate jokes. She heard Poole snoring in the room next to hers, causing her to smile to herself happily. After half an hour Yenick strode in and announced he had come to take over.
Vincent walked past Reiben's room, he had nodded off, his head rested on his arms, quiet snores came from his sleeping form. Vincent giggled quietly to herself, tip-toed into the room and up to the Private.
She bent down low, so she was level to his ear, drew in a deep breath and screamed: "GET UP YOU LAZY SON OF A BITCH, MOVE MOVE MOVE!"
Reiben jumped involuntarily, falling on the floor, looking around quickly, clutching his gun, his face turned deathly pale, fear in his eyes. Sam clutched her stomach, laughing loudly.
Reiben smiled at her, advanced towards her, threw his hand back as if to punch her lightly. She ducked just in time and kneed him in the stomach. He fell to the floor, below her feet. "Hey man, you're so funny, I'm laughing so hard my stomach hurts." Reiben stood up, but bent over slightly, hand on stomach.
"Asshole." He muttered as she strode out of the room, and straight into Jackson, who threw his head back, avoiding Sam's helmet.
She looked up at the smiling sniper. "Oh, Jackson. Sorry, again." She kept her head down as she headed into the bathroom.
She looked at herself in the mirror, mud had hardened on her face and neck, making her look like a gargoyle. With a beard. She pulled her helmet off, her dark brown straight locks brushed her shoulders, knotty, messy strands stuck to her face. Sam cursed at her reflection, she looked awful. Immediately, she took her clothes off and began washing herself in the bath. The soap washed away the grease and grime, leaving her skin feeling soft, and clean. She dried herself off with a towel and looked through the cabinet for some sort of lotion, which she applied to her face and body. She had just finished putting her trousers and underwear on when Wade ran in and closed the door.
Sam's eyes widened, she stuttered and shielded her chest, which was covered with a plain black material bra. She spun around, catching the edge of the bath, she fell in with a thud. "Wade what the fuck do you want?" She growled.
Wade blushed deeply, his cheeks flaming red. "I'm sorry, I just..." His eyes trailed over her body. She was beautiful, her stomach was flat, her chest was perky, her face was gorgeous. He tried to compose himself, but had to look away, towards the small window in the corner of the room. He helped her out of the bath and looked down at her intently.
"Wade… I…" She stumbled on her words. He looked at the wound on her shoulder and sighed.
"It's re-opened a bit, I'll go get my kit." He gulped, letting his gaze lower down Sam's body, he walked out of the room.
Sam cursed to herself loudly, shouting it. She grabbed her bag and grabbed clean socks, pulling them on, she put her boots on. She decided to clean her boots lightly, giving them a slight shine. By the time Wade had come back, her hair was dry, loose strands fell around her face. He began cleaning the wound and re-dressing it.
"Wade, you're so awkward." Sam laughed at Wade's blush and tongue as it stuck out of his mouth in concentration.
"I'm sorry, truly. I just… haven't been around women in a while." He whispered, smiling. "There you go, all patched up." He stood up and reached for a strand, brushing it behind her ear, realising that Sam eyes widened he put his arm down, shuffling from foot to foot.
Sam took out a long grey bandage that she had scrubbed in the bath tub and began to wrap it around her chest, wincing at the familiar uncomfortably tight feeling, and before she knew it, her chest were as flat as any other mans. Sam stood and pulled her black top and camouflage shirt on. Rolling the sleeves up she looked at her clean skin. She looked up at Wade and sighed. "Let's get back to business." She smiled and pulled her helmet over her head.
As she walked out of the bathroom Wade's nose wrinkled, he frowned. "You smell all girl-like. Lotion?"
"It's called being clean Wade." Sam retorted, sniggering at the medic's scowl.
Wade headed downstairs, Sam walked down the corridor of the upper floor, checking all the rooms slightly, until she came to a door at the end, she tried to open it, it was bolted shut.
"Hey Jackson? Have you checked this room?" She called out. Jackson peered round the side of a door four rooms down. Confusion crept over his face.
"No, thought you did."
"It's bolted shut." Sam replied, lowering her head to obscure Jackson's view of her face. She tried the door again, without any success.
Jackson strolled from his post, stopping beside the small Private. He pushed the door, which wouldn't shift. He looked down at her. "You really are very small." Sam shot him a glare. "Why can't you just kick the door down?" Sam shrugged, Jackson sighed quietly. "Stand back."
She stood a couple of steps away, whilst he used all his strength to kick the hard wooden door. Four kicks later, the door came off its hinges and split in two.
Vincent's face fell, Jackson turned white. "Oh no."
They both grabbed their guns and sprinted downstairs. "EVERYONE NEEDS TO GET OUT, NOW!" Sam screamed.
Reiben, Wade, Poole and Yenick ran out of the bedrooms and down the stairs. Poole glanced back at the exposed room, German flags stuck to the walls, a desk piled high with papers, signed with the German stamp of approval, Nazi symbols were painted black all across the room. A radio was stuck in the far corner of the wall, voices sounded from it. Wade's heart accelerated, he ran downstairs, Miller was deathly pale.
"It's an… out house? A GERMAN FUCKING OUT HOUSE?" He shouted.
Vincent nodded quickly; Upham's gun trembled in his hands. Horvath was speechless.
"Alright, everyone move out. NOW." Miller screamed. Immediately everyone began to clamber out of the house and run into the tree line.
Mellish and Caparzo stood watching as everyone ran past them. Reiben grabbed both of them, dragging them into the trees.
Vincent was just outside when she looks at her back. "Shit." She muttered. She looked up, trying to spot any of her comrades. "I've forgotten my pack." She shouted into the darkness, before running into the cottage.
Wade turned around just to see her disappear. "No, Sam get back here!" He shouted.
Everyone had turned back to where they had just come from. Miller was looking at the upstairs windows; he spotted Sam heave her pack onto her back and disappear again into the house.
He sighed with relief, a close escape.
"Captain get down." Mellish dragged Miller onto the floor.
Miller glanced at Caparzo, who motioned to the road ahead of them. Miller looked up.
There was three cars full of German soldiers.
Approximately Fifteen soldiers were coming towards the house.
They walked inside.
Sam was still inside.