#sanesoldier

Soldier takes the box and, of course, shakes it anyway.  Silence.

“I have questions!” he announces quietly.  “One, What’s in the box?  Two, how will this save Smissmas?  And THREE, what will YOU do for ME in return?”  >:3

He expected the shaking. Thank god he put plenty of padding within the box.

“What is in the box is very precious to someone this Smissmas, und it is your sole duty to make sure it gets to its destination safely, Herr Soldier. You are the only one I can count on. Unless you think you cannot handle it?”

“Actually, I would be the one interested in seeing your workouts.”

Then I can berate you on what is not healthy. The doctor gives a hefty sigh, resigning some internal conflict. 

bludoktor:

sane-soldier:

Finally!  An excuse to be shirtless!  :D

“Keep your shirt on, Soldier.”

May I take off my shirt?

This was the right answer.  In fact, it was even better than Soldier was hoping for.

“Oh, you wacky Medics and your crimes against nature!” Soldier said, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and giving him a friendly punch.  “NOW all we have to do is tell Mr. Francey Pants.”

“Yes! I try my best!”

The medic gave a shout when he was hit, thoroughly caught of guard by the American’s audacity. He squished his shoulders in to take up less room in the soldier’s arms.

“Ah, no worries! I have done the work for you and discussed it with him! He’s already aware of your participation.”

“Also, he says talking to you is like having his teeth pulled. I do not think he likes you, and I do not think your participation has changed that at all!”

“...But good work, on my behalf!”

“YES, it was wandering around in the battlefield!  While the respawn was off!  Currently I have it in my spycrab carrier, let’s go, uh… put him back together?”

“Uh... yes! That would be the next logical course of action! If you could take his body into the infirmary and strap it down to the operating table, that would be helpful. The doors should be unlocked.”