AS THE MEN BRAVED THE ICY CHILL OF THE COMMUNAL BATHROOMS, the biting cold water serving as their only means of cleansing, Gale Cleven felt a newfound sense of vigor coursing through him. The lingering effects of his night with y/n dawdled, not just in the physical realm but in the depths of his soul. She had offered him solace in more ways than one, alleviating not only his sexual frustrations but also the burdens weighing heavily on his mind. Her unwavering presence, her comforting embrace in moments of darkness, served as a beacon of hope amidst the bleakness of their reality.
With each frigid splash of water, the blonde felt rejuvenated, revitalized by the knowledge that he wasn't alone in this desolate place. y/n's immutable faith in him fueled his determination, igniting a fire within him to endure whatever trials lay ahead. In her, he found not just a lover, but a steadfast companion — a pillar of strength to lean on in times of need. And as he dried himself off with a threadbare towel, he couldn't help but smile at the thought of the lady who had captured his heart, knowing that no matter what hurdles they faced, they would face them together. And when he marched out after getting dressed, he found his best-friend by the sink.
"I think I might have a plan to get the news despite our confiscated radio." Mused the Major casually, feigning nonchalance as he helped the raven with his laundry, careful not to raise any suspicion. "Mornin' to you too, Buck." Egan greeted monotonously, his mood soured by his encounter with Fredrich earlier when his attempt to smuggle a pack of Lucky Strikes had gone awry. "Rough night?" Gale guessed, sensing the crabbiness. "Not as rough as yours... literally." Bucky snorted, eyes wide with mock incredulity. He couldn't help but tease the blonde about the far-from-subtle noises that had emanated from his bunk last night, echoing through the barracks with alarming clarity. "Y'all need to calm the fuck down- Jesus..."
