I glared daggers at Perconte. In the middle of war, he found time to brush his teeth. "If you brush for any longer, the Germans'll be able to see your teeth from miles away." I tease. "Hey, i'm not gonna be the one getting cavities." He retorted. Doc Roe walked over and started dumping the contents of Perconte's bag onto the snow. "Hey, that's my stuff!" Frank frowned. "Got anything good?" I ask, digging through the items after Doc Roe ran off. Perconte quickly pushed me out of the way, shoving all of his stuff back into his bag.

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Skinny had gotten hit. Perconte, Doc Roe, and I all carried him to the Jeep. Perconte slipped, making all of us fall down with him. "You got blood on my trousers!" He scolded Skinny. "Really, Perconte? You're gonna yell at Skinny because he got blood on your trousers? Do you hear yourself!" I scoff. "I'm just pointing it out. Not trynna make him feel bad or nothing." Perconte defends. "You suck." I retort. "You swallow." He chuckles to himself. "How old are you?" I sneer. "Children, can you stop your lovers quarrel and get me on the damn jeep!" Skinny shouts. Perconte and I quickly pick Sisk up and continue carrying him in silence. Once we get him to the jeep, we stand there awkwardly. "He called us lovers." Perconte teases, breaking the silence. "No. He called us children." I snap back. "Oh, come on, y/l/n. You like me just admit it." Perconte smirks, leaning in. I place my hand on his face and lightly push him away. Chuckling slightly. We stood across from one another, huge dopey smiles plastered on our faces. "You're so goddamn beautiful." Perconte blurt. I look into his eyes, taken aback my his statement. "I'm serious. If we weren't in the middle of a war i'd probably ask you out." He continued. "Frank..." I mutter. Subconsciously, the two of us walked closer to each other. And soon enough, our lips connected. It was almost as if there wasn't a war going on. That it was just us and no one else. We pull away at the sound of an explosion. "Well, maybe tonight you can try asking me in our foxhole." I smile bashfully. "We'll see." He smirks.