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I turned slowly to look at him. “Oh,” I said. “That explains everything.” He glanced at me from the corner of his eye. I tried to stop it. I really did but curiosity got the better of me. “Can I ask you something?” “Sure.” “Is it true that in the army you guys only eat canned beans?” He turned and looked at me. Then he burst out laughing. “What?” he said between laughs. “Who told you that?” “Someone whose brother was in the army told my friend that they only ate canned beans and then she told me.”

" That got a reaction. Milo and the rest of the gang were momentarily stunned, then erupted into raucous laughter. "Hahahaha!" "No way, did I hear that right? What's this guy on about?" "An army of thousands? He's got to be dreaming!" "I can't even—this is too much, hahaha!" The bald muscle man was doubled over in laughter, tears streaming down his face. He jabbed his pistol toward the handful of soldiers behind Liam, taunting, "Hey, kid, you sure you know how to count? Maybe you should double-check your numbers there."

"I will let you attend tomorrow's meeting if you promise not to be offended by all the talk about how this is not the place for women. It will be loud and raucous. I suppose a brothel is more humane than some of the things that we do to women here. Most of them are here for torture as prisoners of war or worse. This is a part of our job as well as it is important for us to have information and intelligence of the invading enemy." "There is little left that will shock me. Please rest assured that I will not be offended by soldiers who wish to speak of their adventures and work. It's all in good fun. This is a military installment after all. Most of war is deception anyways and benefit

Sometimes I wondered if what I was doing with those men was romantic in nature, or was it just for a show? I didn’t get why they never really got lose themselves with me. One time I listened to Brad telling his friends dating me was like living in a military camp, and my family was the general of the military. I didn’t understand his words at that time, still couldn’t cope with his words.

’ one of the soldiers asked, pointing to the bandage. Jake grinned, his eyes sparkling with pride. ‘Oh, it’s nothing serious. Just a little mishap during training yesterday,’ he replied, trying to downplay his injury. Another soldier, Mike, leaned in with a mischievous glint in his eyes. ‘Come on, spill the beans, Jake. I heard you had a pretty eventful day. What really happened?’ The others gathered around, eager to hear Jake’s tale. He couldn’t resist sharing the exciting encounter he had experienced the previous day. ‘Well, you guys won’t believe it, but I had a run-in with General Westwood himself,’ he exclaimed.

I shouted at anyone who could hear me. Mila was a few feet away from me, and I ran towards her. "I’m okay." she said, looking at me up and down to make sure I wasn’t injured either. "Even during a fucking war, you can’t keep your eyes from me, can you?" I joked, which earned me an eyeroll. Friendly soldiers were walking out of the smoke disoriented before getting shot in the back. It was no time for fucking jokes. "I’m going in." I told Mila, who shook her head.

A deep grunt sounded from the nearby recliner before a giant combat boot-clad feet aligned with my line of sight. "What are you drinking?" a deep gruff called out, and I glanced at the forgotten whiskey in my hand before releasing a puff of breath I didn't know I was holding. "Whiskey." was the one word that fell off my lips, and Douglass scoffed before kicking off his boots. They landed on the floor with a heavy thunk. I found myself thinking back to the days I was in the base camp. These were the only things I hated about the military. Those shits were fucking heavy. I would rather hump a trash can than find myself in a situation where I have to ever them.

Everyone spoke in an intimate tone and looked warm and happy. The conversation continued with laughter and lighthearted stories. One of Albert's team, Russel by name, is known for his spontaneous jokes, telling stories of funny times when he was new to the legal world. He was one of those who stood out because he often said funny things to break the tense atmosphere. “You know, I once gave the wrong document to a judge. Instead of case documents, I gave him my weekly grocery list! I almost died standing there!” Everyone laughed out loud at Russel's words. Albert was no exception. The team leader just shook his head in surprise but could not hide his laughter because indeed, that was how ridi

When at last, one blue-armored guy and Elite Guard plunged a spear to the mortal’s neck, he died with one last scream. Breathing heavily, the remaining blue-armored guys and Elite Guards looked at each other. Suddenly, they burst out laughing. Their laughter was infectious. Soon enough, even Lauxister and Louise were massaging their stomach as it ached with their continuous joy. They have totally forgotten they’re in the middle of a war.

status to flirt with female colleagues from other departments. I tolerated it, telling myself he was just networking. But now, just to impress Miguel and get ahead, he couldn't wait to trample all over me. I let out a short, humorless laugh. "Todd Westman, what right do you have to lecture me?" His eyes darted around for a second before he raised his voice even louder. "I'm just saying this as a colleague who knows right from wrong! You should know what's good for you, Macy!" Looking at his hypocritical, revolting expression, I couldn't even be bothered to argue. I picked up the iced coffee on my desk and, without hesitation, splashed it straight in his face.