Late one night, John and Genevieve are just coming off shift. The two of them walk back to their tents together. It's been a relatively calm evening; while there's never a dull moment at the field hospital, at least tonight there weren't any new casualties. As they walk through the dusty Army base, they discuss what they miss most about home. Genevieve would like nothing more than a long hot bath. John just wants a decent cup of tea.
Genevieve invites him into her tent; her tentmates are out on patrol, so they're alone. As soon as the tent flap is closed, she wraps her arm around John's waist and pulls him in for a bruising kiss. She's two inches taller and he's taken aback by her strength, but he quickly regains his wits and returns the kiss.
Between the clashing of lips and teeth, he gasps, "I didn't think you, er…"
"I thought it was obvious," she pants as she undoes his uniform.
"Right," he grunts as he peels off her jacket. (Now that I think about it, it was… oh yes, keep doing that!)
As the lovers fall back onto Genevieve's cot, John's greatest fear is that casualties will come in during the next thirty minutes.
A/N: And now you know why they call him "Three Continents." ;)