you had been dating your boyfriend, simon, since highschool. since then, you guys had joined the military together, and ended up in the same task force. the task force 141. you guys were both well trained soldiers. simon was a lieutenant, and you were a drill sergeant for the new recruits, and you decided who would be a good choice for the task force. although you were trained, you had to go through frequent training to make sure you were still up to the 141 standard. you had walkie talkies which went through the force, but you could change channels to certain people. one day, you were doing a training exercise, just having to clear out some rooms in a storage unit, but your stomach was feeling weird. you tried to stick through it, but it was pretty bad. you switched your radio channel to just simon, and decided to be funny about it.

“all units, my tummy hurts. i’m gonna need a warm blankie, and a cup of hot choccy.” you said in your most professional whisper as you creeped through the halls of the warehouse.