Shipping out.
Drafted for the war.
Leave behind your loved ones, and fight for your country.
"Call forward!"
All twenty of them stood side by side, chins held high. They awaited instruction.
"Adams! Jim! Limear! To my office, now,"
Everyone else breathed a sigh of relief, as the three soldiers did as directed.
Tank Adams.
-Blonde hair
-Bright blue eyes
-Normal skin color
-Personality ranges from easy-going to complete thrill seeker
-6'0
Robin Jim.
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-Brownish black hair
-Grey eyes
-Few freckles and tanned skin
-Personality ranges from quiet to overprotective of his comrades
-6'1
Valada Limear.
-Black hair, curly and messy
-Silver green eyes
-Extremely fair
-Personality ranges from ?
-5'5
"Alright you three..."
The commander paced back and forth, cutting eye contact with the three people seated in front of him.
"Sir, may I ask what this is in regard to?" Adams asked.
"Yeah alright. Let's get down to it. Out of the entire platoon, we were instructed to evaluate everyone and pick the most capable soldiers to ship out... I know that this may not be what you three were hoping to hear, and that some of you might have been drafted without consent. But that isn't the point right now. Your country needs you, and it is an immense honor to serve her. Your fighting skills, personalities, style of combat, they all went into the decision. The decision to send you three soldiers to Japan. Get some rest, because you ship out in a few days. Pack your things and kiss the state's goodbye,"
"Seriousl-" Jim was cut off when Limear smacked him upside the head.
"It's an honor to serve for our country, Sir. Anytime, or place. We are obliged," Limear nodded, standing up once they were dismissed.
Upon getting out of the office, and out of the man's line of sight, Tank grabbed Valada's shoulder, spinning her around to face him. "Val you're crazy! Haha I thought that Robin was gonna explode for a sec!"
The girl rolled her eyes, ignoring the hyped up private. Tank had wandered off, probably anxious to give his comrades the news. Val stopped in her tracks. "Robin... do you want to go get some foo-..." she spun around to face the younger boy, her expression stilling when she noticed the state of her friend. There were tears at his eyes, his lip being bitten down on hard enough to make anyone yelp. "Hey... come here," she took his hand, interlacing their fingers.
Robin allowed himself to be pulled down the corridor. He soon felt the fresh air hit his face, the sun starting to set on the plains.
The older girl pulled him down into the grass, causing him to burst into tears. Valada pulled the boy down, bringing him close to her chest. She pet his head, smiling sadly. "I know that this isn't what you wanted... but-" "What if I die... I c-can't leave the states-"
"But you will. Robin this isn't something that we can get out of so easily... I know that you are going to be okay... we protect each other, right? You and I got each others backs, right?" she squeezed his shoulders, and he just buried his face in her chest. "You know that's basically second base, It takes most guys a lot longer to get there," she laughed.
He snorted at the remark, pulling away to chuckle. "Alright. You and me then?"
She took his hand, giving it a squeeze. "You and me...and probie," suddenly Tank plopped between them, putting his arms around both of their shoulders. "What'd I miss?" he grinned.
"Ta Gueule," (Shut up) she thwacked him in the back of the head.
Adams leaned over to Robin. "What does that mean again?" he murmured.
"If you don't know, do not ask another!" she sighed.
"Well it's hard to understand you as it is when you speak English! Small accent my ass, I don't even drink my milkshakes that thick,"
Valadaa glared. "Voulez-vous perdre votre bite?" (Wanna lose your dick?)
He looked to Robin, who was smiling in amusement. "Basically, if you want the ability to have children one day, stop talking," he laughed.
A few days after packing, an announcement was made.
Their head in charge was pacing the bunk. "Minor change in plans. We relocate you three to Paris, and not to the current war... Navy has their own shit to do with Japan. Instead, you will be special agents. I know Limear is one already, and you two have only just completed training. You will both be probies. I'm talking desk jobs and crime scenes,"
The girl interveined. "Forgive me Sir, but do you mean France?" she asked.
"Yes, Frenchie. Sending you and the boys back to your stomping grounds. Got a problem with that?" "No Sir, none at all," her reply was quick.
"Good. Get your shit, we put you three on a plane in 2 hours. Any questions?"
He left the room before anyone could answer.
They all looked at each other. "Bet you're happy, Limear," Robin smiled gently.
Valadaa looked to the bunks in frustration. "Merde," (fuck) she spat, yanking up her suitcase and leaving the room.
Tank's eyebrows raised. "I know that one,"
Robin rolled his eyes. "Of course you do,"