I put a little of the Soldier's backstory to slow the story down. And yes, Expiration Date references are in here. And it would probably be quite short. Enjoy.
As we arrived at the base, Engineer had prepared dinner. I had to admit that his food was one of the best that I had ever tasted. After dinner, I realized that I haven't seen Soldier. I looked for him anywhere, but there was no sign of him.
I asked Engineer if he had seen him. "Don't think so, young lady. I'd reckon he's still curled up in his room." He answered.
Then I went to Medic. "I'm afraid I have never seen Herr Soldier all day, Frau Zelda, as I had been researching about zhe Medigun all day long," was his answer.
I went to Soldier's room. I had prepared a sandwich in case he told me to go to the kitchen and then has a conflict with me again. I took a deep breath and rapped the door three times. "GO AWAY." A hoarse voice came from the room. I probably destroyed his pride, as he was always proud of himself. I felt more and more guilty. I rapped the door again.
"DID I NOT TELL YOU TO GO AWAY, MAGGOT!?" Soldier yelled. I still stayed there for a few seconds, and believe it or not, he opened the door. He stared at me with disgust. "WHAT DO YOU WANT, WOMAN!?" he asked furiously.
"Well, I'm very sorry for what happened yesterday, and I want to apologize." I handed him the sandwich.
He hesitated, and said, "COME IN." I followed him into the room. He hasn't taken my sandwich. "WHERE IS MY FOOD, WOMAN?" he finally asked. I gave him the sandwich. He snatched it and gobbled it up.
"NOT BAD." He commented. "Soldier, please accept my apology." I handed him the bucket I bought a few hours ago. He stared at it, and then he took it. I had put a loaf of bread in the bucket when I was making the sandwich.
He saw the loaf of bread and demanded, "WHY IS THERE A BREAD IN THERE, MAGGOT?" I shuddered a little. I had forgotten to put the rest of the bread away! "S-so you'll do whatever you want to do with it?" I stammered.
"NOT A BAD IDEA, BUT WHAT DO YOU THINK I'LL DO WITH THAT?" he asked.
"Eat it?" I replied. "NO, MAGGOT, TELEPORT IT!" he chuckled. I remembered that Medic once told me that Soldier teleported bread and it mutated into a bread monster that nearly killed them all. "No, Soldier, please don't do that!" I protested.
"WHY NOT?" Soldier replied. "Anyways, why do you not allow women enter the battlefield?" I changed the subject quickly, and at the same time, I was also curious.
"DO YOU WANT TO LISTEN TO A STORY, LASS?" he finally said after a long pause. I nodded eagerly.
Ten years ago, on a late afternoon, Soldier had just finished his daily marches led by his sister. He used to chat with her every time after marches. He went to her office and knocked the door. "Come in," a voice replied. She was doing paperwork as usual.
"So are you ready for tomorrow's battle?" his sister had asked. "What do you expect from a soldier like me, Jane?" Soldier chuckled. "Well, that's great," She replied.
"Well, I thought you're supposed to be home, don't you?" Soldier joked.
"Hey! Who said that a woman can't be on a battlefield? Apologize immediately!" Jane yelled mischievously. "YES, MA'AM. SORRY MA'AM." Soldier saluted.
"You don't need to be so official, don't you?" Jane laughed.
"Colonel Doe? May I come in?" someone asked from the outside of the room.
"Well, I'd better get going, see you," Soldier left the room.
They woke up early on the next day, preparing for the battle. When the battle began, the soldiers fought with all their life. There was a lot of bloodshed. And Soldier was protecting his sister all along. What he didn't expect was a sniper that was aiming for his sister.
A particular gunshot was heard, among the others. It glided right through Soldier. A moment later, he realized that he wasn't dead. Slowly, he turned behind him and saw Jane's body sprawled on the ground. He picked her body up and saw a bullet through her forehead.
"JANE! NO!" Soldier yelled. "Please, wake up! There's no time for jokes!" he remembered that they used to play dead when they were kids. "Medic!" he yelled. A few doctors came and brought Jane's body back to the camp.
He ran from the battle and changed his name into Jane Doe in memory of his sister. Next, he went onto a Nazi killing spree to ease his sadness before getting recruited by Mann Co.
I was in the verge of tears when he told me the story. "That's why you do not like me to be in a battlefield." I said, wiping my tears.
"YES, AND THAT'S WHY YOU SHOULD BE IN A KITCHEN." Soldier's voice remained firm.
"I promise that I won't die in the battlefield, alright?" I said.
"WHATEVER, JUST BE IN A KITCHEN. AND DO NOT TELL ANYONE ABOUT THIS." He warned.
"Sure." I replied. "And I think I should go to bed. Good night, Soldier."
I heard that some women can be in war, so yeah. And if this story goes a little out of the track, sorry! I was checking on something else when I was writing this and got distracted. I will try to post the next one as soon as possible. Rate and review!