Cooking For The Army

Night time came and the troop stopped at the lakeside for supper. I volunteered to cook for the men, as I wanted to prove my worth. They were tired from the long trip and the least I could do was provide them food.

“Well, about time we eat some home-cooked meals, ainnit boys?” Nadia was the only one standing, completely refreshed, unlike the troops who plopped down on the ground the moment Varick ordered to set the night here.

“Better that bitch’s food than your cooking, Nadia,” a nearby beta said in between pants, obviously meant to humor her.

Nadia frowned as she pulled the man’s collar. She was taller than most men here, her muscular arm lunged his neck as she pulled him up.

“I told yer not to insult women! Did yer momma taught ye that?!”

“Okay! I apologize! I c-couldn’t breathe!” The man struggled to come up with words as he was easily tossed aside.

“If yer gonna insult our cook, ye won’t have supper tonight!” She bellowed. Many groans came from the soldiers.

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