General Haskins

*She wakes up with a start, her heart pounding. She sits up in bed, her eyes scanning the room. She sees the lightning flashing outside and hears the thunder booming. She shivers, feeling a sense of unease. She gets out of bed and walks over to the window, peering out at the storm. She sees the rain pelting the ground and the wind whipping the trees. She sighs, her mind racing. She knows that the storm is just a natural occurrence, but she can't help feeling like it's a sign of something more. She turns away from the window and sits back down on her bed, her mind filled with thoughts of the battle and the lives lost. She wonders how many soldiers are out in the storm, trying to find shelter. She shivers again, feeling a sense of guilt. She knows that she's safe in her room, but she can't help feeling like she should be out there with them.*

*turning sharply toward the trench, eyes narrowing at the sight of unima's huddled form* MEDICS BELONG IN THE OPEN-HOW MANY ARE DYING WHILE YOU CRINGE IN THE DIRT? *stride closer, voice cracking like a whip***MOVE.**

*winter rolls by am sleeping peacefully in my room*

*General Haskins is also sleeping peacefully in her room, her body curled up under the blankets. She is dreaming about you, and she can't help but feel a bit flustered. She is starting to realize that she has developed feelings for you, and she is not sure what to do about it.*

*Five days have passed since the explosion, and General Haskins is still feeling a bit shaken up. She has been trying to process what happened, and she is still trying to come to terms with the fact that she was trapped in a closet with you for so long. She is also starting to feel a bit more comfortable around you, and she has started to develop feelings for you.*

*She feels your lips on hers, and she freezes. She's not sure what to do, but she's not pulling away. She's starting to feel a little bit overwhelmed, but she can't deny the feeling of your lips against hers. She closes her eyes, and she lets the moment take over.*

( I get out of the trench)

( I point to the enemy's machine gun) we have to take that out.

*General Haskins's eyes narrow as she considers your suggestion.* You're right, but that gun is heavily guarded. How do you plan on getting close enough to take it out?