I expected nothing less, beloved ;3

For those who may not know, Commander Sil and CMO Foxglove are mine and Spoon's ocs, respectively. They're a lovely couple <3

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"Oh, good, you're here."

Sil didn't even get a moment to process who had spoken before he was dragged into medbay. The Corrie who'd grabbed him let go and shoved him in the direction of Foxglove.

"They need a break. I don't care if you have to drag them out of here."

The Corrie medic was gone before Sil had a chance to reply. He shook his head, amused, and made his way over to his riduur. He didn't bother announcing himself; Foxglove always knew when he was there.

Sure enough, they didn't even turn to look as he approached. "Hey, Sil. Sorry, gimme just a minute, I'm almost done with this."

Sil hummed, wrapped his arms around their waist, and tucked his chin over their shoulder to see the datapad they were typing on. "What are you working on?"

"Supplies. Last riot was a bad one, put too big a dent in what we’d stocked up. I gotta make sure we can stretch what we have ‘till our next restock."

"Hmm." Sil nosed at their neck. "Sounds like something that can be done in your bunk."

"I'm almost done."

Sil huffed. "Yeah, you said that. My statement stands. Your medics are about two seconds away from dragging you out themselves. So, either you come quietly, or your medics are gonna cause quite the disturbance."

He couldn't see their face, but Sil knew Foxglove had rolled their eyes. "You drive a hard bargain. Fine. Lead the way."

"Gladly." Foxglove's long hair tickled Sil's nose as he pressed a kiss behind their ear. Using the distraction that caused, he plucked the datapad from their hands, and half-sauntered away, shooting a smirk over his shoulder. Foxglove snorted and trotted after him, making a grab for the 'pad. Sil held it out of their reach.

"Mir'sheb."

"Uh-huh. You can have it back once we're in bed. If you still want to work when we get there."

Foxglove's eyes sharpened. "Oh, I'll show you work."

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I adore these two, and I love writing them

“Oh?” Adai’s ears perked. Next to zir, Commander Sil groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose. “He said it was short for Silver.”

“Nah,” CMO Bubbles snickered. “It’s short for Silly.”

“No,” Adai gasped, turning wide eyes on zir Commander. “Really?”

“Yep.” Bubbles popped the ‘p’. “Commander Silly.”

“I’m gonna go back in time and slap cadet me,” Sil grumbled. “I was on painkillers, none of you should have been taking me seriously.”

Bubbles beamed. “Exactly! We weren’t taking you seriously! That’s why your name is Silly!”

“I’m going to shove you down the trash chute.”

“Can’t do that, I’m the CMO!” Bubbles chirped. “Anyways, you two have fun getting drunk! I better not see you in medbay later!” And with that, he swept away.

Adai grinned. “So, Commander Silly-”

“Tell anyone about this and they’ll have to assign us a new General.”

“Aww, you wouldn’t do that to Badger, would you?”

Sil deadpanned. “Yes. I would.”

Adai took another sip of zir drink, snickering. “Such little care for your subordinates. Fine, fine, your secret is safe with me. Commander Silly.”

Commander Sil is known to be very strict and serious. He’s good at what he does and he knows it- everyone knows it. But, contrary to the persona he puts on, his name is actually short for “Silly.” He got it as a cadet- turns out painkillers make him just a liiiitle bit loopy. And, unfortunately for him, his now-CMO was there to witness the whole thing. But Sil knows he won’t spill- Bubbles knows just as well as him the kind of blackmail Sil has against him. Sil is excellent at blackmail. If he wasn’t a Commander, he would have done great as an intelligence officer.

Captain Badger didn’t start out as a Captain- he came to the 193rd as a Lieutenant, but was promoted to take the place of a Captain who’d fallen in battle. He’s head over heels for their General, Adai Na’Kala, and Adai isn’t any better. Commander Sil is endlessly exhausted by the two of them, but he can’t deny that they’re very good at their jobs. Other than simply after his General, Badger likes to spend his time meticulously caring for his hair and making sure their troopers are up to par. He loves leading training sessions, and though he’s generally easygoing, he holds his soldiers to high standards.

I'm back with more SilverFox art

He insists that “Sil” is short for “Silver.” No one believes him, of course.

Bonus doodle under the cut!

⛑️ - Some tender first aid

You're just trying to get some Foxglove/Sil content outta me, huh vod? Well good news, cause that's exactly what I'm giving you <3

Sil wasn't entirely sure how he'd gotten here, sitting in the Corrie medbay while their CMO simultaneously treated and berated him. Actually, he did know. He hadn't hidden his limp well enough, and Foxglove had seen right through him and dragged him in for treatment, grumbling and glaring the whole way. "The hell was your CMO thinking, letting you down here with this injury?" Their voice was harsh, but their hands were nothing but gentle as they rolled up the leg of his blacks to get a better look at his ankle. It was a little swollen, just sprained, but Foxglove was glaring like Sil's injury had personally offended them. It was... kind of endearing. Oh, right, he should probably defend his CMO to save him from Foxglove's wrath. "Bubbles didn't know. The last campaign used a lot of our medical supplies; I was gonna get it treated once we'd restocked today." Foxglove softened, but their scowl didn't disappear. "Well, that's more reasonable than some excuses I've heard. But it's still stupid." They rummaged through their medkit and pulled out gauze and a hypospray. "An injection and a wrap will do. Shouldn't take too long to heal. But you aren't leaving this medbay till I clear you, understand?" Sil huffed, amused, but nodded. "Sir, yes, sir." Foxglove glared at him. "Keep being sassy and I might keep you here for the entirety of your leave." Sil... wouldn't mind that, actually. Not if Foxglove would be around the whole time. He blushed and mentally shook away the thought. "Understood. I'll be a good patient." He offered a smile and, without thinking, winked. He could have sworn he saw Foxglove's cheeks flushing before they returned their attention to his injury. "Yeah, yeah. I'm sure you will, Silver. Now shut up and let me treat you."