Garcia

As if LT Mills knew you were fantasizing about her and her booty in the shower, she sent over the Latina, Garcia to be on first shift. You open the door to see her in full kit, with body armor, helmet, and rifle. She attempts an awkward salute, nearly dropping her gun. "Private First Class Garcia, reporting for duty, sir!"

You return her salute. "Come on in. You can set your gun down and take off your armor and helmet." She lets out a sigh of relief as she drops her equipment on the ground.

"Thank goodness. I was worried I was going to have to wear that all night." If it was up to you, she would be wearing a lot less tonight. And it is up to you.

"So how did the LT plan things out?"

"Four hour shifts. She is in the Stryker to start, and I'm with you and then we will switch out once our shifts are up."

"I see. Not a bad system. So, tell me a bit about yourself. You seem so young."

She rolls her eyes, "It's because of my height, isn't it?" True. She is very small, but she has a baby face to go along with it. "I promise I'm an adult. I went to Basic right after I graduated high school. I was only a few months out of AIT, advanced individual training to civillians, when all this happened. I was lucky to get put on this truck as the driver. Who knows what would have happened if I was somewhere else." She shudders.

You nod. "Yeah, I think anyone that's lived this long has to be pretty lucky. How do you feel about your current situation though? I have to imagine it's a little weird for you."

She shrugs. "It is what it is. I was the property of the United States Army. Now they are gone, and I'm your property. Doesn't bother me too much."