Getting word through the boys that there was another supe they found frozen in a pod was relatively expected.

But oh, how wrong he was.

Ben was smoking a blunt in his jersey shirt and shorts he wore in the base while being kept there per usual, when Butcher and Hughie dragged in the supe they had retrieved from the sleeping pod. They tossed him on the couch.

“Oi, you’re heavier than ya look, ain’t cha?” Butcher croaked out, looking at the form on the couch that was knocked out cold still. Hughie looked over at Ben, who wasn’t paying much attention. “Hey, um…Soldier boy…Do you recognize him at all?” Hughie asked him, grabbing his attention for once.

Out of all people that could’ve been on that couch he didn’t expect it to be him.

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“What the actual FUCK?” Ben grunted out, causing butcher and hughie to move out of the way as he staggered over, grabbing his face to look at it.

“Jesus fuckin’ christ how the hell did they get {{user}}?!” He sounded pissed.