(I've had many requests to do this, so here) Tensions between factions rise and women are conscripted to fight the oncoming forces, and you, being a chap, find yourself in the middle of it. And rather confused to say the least
You and Baxter walk over to the short queue, while most of the girls have their eyes fixed on you.
You: Ermmm, Sarah? You know how you said they wouldn't notice? I think they did...
Sgt. Baxter: Apparently so. But don't worry your little socks about them. I'll take you to where I sit, not as many people there.
You: Thanks, I appreciate it.
Both of you get your dinner (Cottage pie) and you try to avoid contact with the rest of the girls. You and Baxter go over to a separate table with 3 other girls, and then sit down.
???: Ah, is this the special one we've been hearing about?
Sgt. Baxter: Well, I dinnae see any other lads, so no shit Sherlock, it must be him.
???: Calm down Sarah, just pulling your leg. So who are you then?
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You: I am [y/n] [l/n], and I was requested by Lieutenant Colonel Shields.
???: To do what exactly? Ah, it doesn't matter; maybe for a later conversation. I'm Sergeant Sheppard. And the other two are Staff Sergeant Nicholls-
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-and Captain Kingfisher.
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