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𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘪𝘥𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺, 𝘸𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘱. 𝘵𝘰𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘸𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯 𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘢𝘯...
— ᴿʸᵘⁿᵒˢᵘᵏᵉ ˢᵃᵗᵒʳᵒ
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THE DAY WAS A TUMULTUOUS ONE, TEEMING WITH DISCOVERIES AND RELENTLESS TRAINING... Exhausted both physically and mentally, the soldiers sought respite in a spirited game of cards in their dimly lit dorm, finding solace in each other's camaraderie. They had unearthed crucial details about the newest Nazi recruits and learned that reinforcements would be arriving daily, further tightening the noose of security around them. The ominous presence of higher authorities like the SS and Gestapo loomed over them, but for now, Stalag Luft III remained out of their immediate scrutiny.
Amidst the chaos, a striking event had occurred — the unexpected arrival of three black men. Their presence had sent ripples of uneasy tension throughout the camp, the full implications of which were yet to unfold. Many of the men reacted with hostility, viewing the newcomers as inferior and unworthy due to the color of their skin. Voices rose in anger, some demanding they be sent elsewhere to uphold segregation laws. The girl, however, had recognized them immediately — the Tuskegee Airmen. Those men had saved countless lives, displaying unparalleled bravery and skill in the skies.
Her heart swelled with gratitude and admiration for their contributions every time someone brought the topic up. Unable to fathom why prejudice was so deeply ingrained in the minds of her fellow prisoners, y/n figured it wasn't just a matter of ignorance, but a reflection of the insidious teachings that had shaped their beliefs. She was well-aware that trying to change their minds with words alone would be an uphill battle, but she remained silently resolved, her respect for the fighters unwavering. The camp's tension simmered, a palpable reminder of the deep-seated biases that thrived, even in the face of shared adversity.
However, she didn't have time to dwell on any of that right now. She was far too busy dominating the poker game. "Ah, goddamn it, Duck... How do you always see through my bluffs?" Crank groaned, tossing his cards away in frustration. The other men chuckled softly. "It's easy when you have a face that screams 'I'm lying!'" She retorted, causing everyone to burst out laughing. "Hey, leave my beautiful face out of this, you envious troll!" He snapped jokingly, prompting more laughter and playful jabs from the group. "Envious? Hardly. I'm just calling it like I see it." She scoffed back, grinning as she raked in her winnings.
"Oh, come on, Crank. Maybe if you stopped looking so guilty every time you lie, you'd stand a chance." Brady chimed in with a smile. "Yeah, and maybe if you stopped winking at your cards, they'd stop betraying you." Bucky added, causing another round of laughter. The fellowship was tangible, a brief respite from the harsh reality outside. They slandered and teased each other with the kind of affection only shared among those who've endured the worst together. The room was filled with an enthusiasm that seemed almost out of place, yet desperately needed. "Alright, alright, let's see if I can finally beat this witch." Crank rolled his eyes, shuffling the cards for another round. "Or maybe I should just give up now and save myself the humiliation?"
"Oh, where's the fun in that?" y/n pouted, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "I'm always up for taking more of your ration chits." She shrugged. "You're ruthless, you know that?" Demarco shook his head, but there was a smile on his lips. "Ruthless, but fair." She defended, and the game continued, each laugh and quip a small rebellion against the gloom that hung over them all, until suddenly, the door flung open, and two new prisoners entered. The room fell into a tense silence, the air thick with animosity. Cold glares were cast their way, the kind reserved for anyone they thought might be a spy. But in this case, it was quite clear these two men were anything but.
"Second Lieutenant Alexander Jefferson, 332nd Fighter Group." One introduced himself with a firm voice and formidable presence. "Second Lieutenant Richard D. Macon, 332nd." Sighed the other, a bit more weary. No one replied. The room remained silent, the atmosphere turning increasingly frigid. The girl, the only one not sharing this antipathy, was about to say something to ease the aggravation when she felt a twitch, almost a flutter, in her stomach. Her breath hitched — another baby kick. Abruptly, she stood up, mumbling an excuse that went unnoticed. She rushed out of the room, her heart pounding in her chest.
She made her way to the bathroom, locking the door behind her. Breathing heavily, she lifted her shirt and saw the slight bulge, now more noticeable. She placed her hand on her stomach, feeling the life growing inside her. The gentle kicks reminded her of the secret she carried, one that no one else knew about. Five to six months along, and no one had a clue. Not even Gale, the father. The fear of what this revelation could mean in their precarious situation paralyzed her. She leaned against the sink, her reflection showing the signs of her pregnancy more clearly now. The small bump, the subtle but undeniable sign of the life inside her.
She took a deep breath, trying to steady herself. The tears came unbidden, a mix of fear, love, and overwhelming emotions. She cried quietly, overwhelmed by her hormones and the immense responsibility growing inside her. She loved her baby fiercely but was terrified of what the future held. She had to protect this little one, no matter the cost. She wiped her tears, trying to compose herself. She couldn't let anyone see her like this... Back in the room, the atmosphere had not eased. The new arrivals stood awkwardly, sensing the hostility but unsure of its cause. Gale exchanged a look with Bucky, both of them silently communicating their unease.
"Why the hell are they here?" Ham muttered under his breath, barely audible. "Probably for the same reason we are." Brady replied quietly, trying to keep the peace. But before things could get worse, the girl returned, trying to appear composed. She glanced at Gale, who gave her a questioning look, noticing her teary eyes that she tried to hide behind her hair, but she just shook her head slightly, indicating she was fine. For now, she needed to focus on the present, on surviving this camp and keeping her secret safe. "Gentlemen, welcome to paradise." Addressed the blonde, beckoning to the beds they could bunk in.
"Alright, let's get back to it..." y/n then cleared her throat, trying to regain some normalcy. "Would you like to join us next round?" She offered, playing her card. The men shook their heads no, for the subtle scorns and irritable eye rolls did not go unnoticed by them earlier, but a soft smile was returned to the girl, for they were thankful for her gesture. As they settled into the room, the ambience remained tense. The girl knew she had to stay strong, not just for herself but for the baby growing inside her. She had to navigate this treacherous environment with even more caution now, knowing that her secret, if revealed, could change everything.
"C'mon, Ducky... Let's see how many smokes I can get off you this time then, huh?"
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