Ralph and anyone you like.. "breaking the rules"? (This is a Dog Co prompt don't @ me)
My Dog boys. I love my Dog boys 🥰
Again ridiculously long sentences. I ended up with 6 instead of 5, because the last sentence was so long that it was pretty much unreadable. Anyway! Dog Company shenanigans! Woohoo!
Ralph had been staring out the window since there was going to be another patrol soon, Easy this time, when he had heard a loud exclamation downstairs - Howie had shouted “What did you do” - so he felt obligated to check it out considering he was second in command to the ragtag group of men (and woman) in Dog’s second platoon, but nothing could prepare him for what he found when he finally set foot into what at one point would have been the drawing room.
There were two mattresses in the middle of room with all manner of things piled onto it - what the hell, is that a bazooka - and he crouched down next to it and started rifling through the contents - a couple of helmets, rations, boxes of ammo, a coffee pot, a couple of cups, cigarettes, all kinds of things really - as Howie stood to the side and tore Kingie and Dean a new one over how they couldn’t do shit like this and that he was sure that the rules said that it wasn’t allowed.
“They called him an idiot,” Kingie called back and everyone present instantly knew what this was all about it, “I just can’t let that slide,” he gestured at the pile of crap out of which Ralph had just picked a knife with an engraving on the blade, a quote and a name carved into the surface, a name that he had gotten to know quite well over the last couple of years, “Only one that gets to call him stupid is us!”
“Does Cat know about this” Ralph said completely deadpan as he held the knife up - the engraving read A dagger created by the mind, with love, Cat - and when Kingie nodded, Ralph couldn’t help but laugh, realising that she was probably the one who was distracting Malarkey, the only man who hadn’t been sent on that particular patrol, before he noticed that Howie was pinching the bridge of his nose, about to reach his limit over this “prank” (that genuinely wasn’t good because there was always a chance that Howie would start swinging whenever he got royally pissed off) which made Ralph put the knife back in the pile and say, “you’ll have to take it back,” - Kingie was going to reply, but Ralph put his hand up to silence him - “look it’s genius really it is, I mean, you took a fucking bazooka for God’s sake, but put it back where you found it.”
Still Kingie was getting ready to protest, ready to say that he wasn’t going to return any of this, that Easy’s 2nd had brought it on themselves when they called Adams’ intelligence into question - the boy was dumb as a post and Kingie was constantly getting him to do the stupidest shit, but he was also fiercely protective of the boy - but Howie cut him off before he had a chance to say anything, yelling at him to “put it back where it came from or I’ll shoot you in the fucking face” and Dean was the first one to grab one of the mattresses and drag it back outside, muttering under his breath that he didn’t want Howie to shoot him with a reluctant Kingie following him. Ralph made a mental note to ask Cat how they had managed to wrangle her into going along with this - fully expecting her to tell him that it was a hilarious idea so she just had to get in on it - and decided that even if Howie had almost lost his shit, it would be worth it if it meant that she would crack a smile.
