Despite Steve begin the Captain of the Alpha squad in the 107th, he still had to report to his CO. Even if Eames hadn’t showed up, it was routine to check in after patrol. Though the man’s arrival would prompt paperwork, most likely something brief Steve would have to type up. ‘Make it professional but don’t be a jackass’, he remembered a superior officer telling him while he wrote out his first report.
Rogers removed his helmet, as he explained to his CO of his encounter with the British soldier. All the while the man looked at him funny. The elderly man behind the desk mumbled something under his breath before picking up a stack of papers and rising from his chair. ‘You’re responsible for the Brit. Keep him out of trouble, Rogers.’ He followed the threat with the dismissal of the blond before turning and barking orders at an MP. Steve was quick to exit the Command Post, not wanting to end up in the CO’s cross hairs. He knew the man had been on edge ever since the sudden push East against the Germans but now, it was beginning to take it’s toll.
Though most of the spirits at the CP were high. After all the men weren’t on the front lines, had hot chow and not to mention hot showers. Even if the men were limited to two showers a week, they were more than grateful to have them. As for the Captain, it was the peace and quiet. War might have been raging on around them but in the dense French forest, they hardly ever heard gunfire. Only the low rumbles of cities far off in the distance being shelled by allied forces. On a good night they could hear crickets, sometimes even frogs. Regardless, the men of the 107th were at ease—for now at least.
“I’m surprised you managed to find your way here without getting lost.” Steve chimed, a grin across his lips as he approached the soldier. He stopped short, just a few feet before the man almost as if he were sizing the other up. “I was given orders to keep you out of trouble. So don’t try anything funny.” The Captain attempted to keep a straight face but failed horribly. His grin returning instantly as he continued to tease Eames.
“Camp’s not all that big and I’ve got a bit of a knack for finding my way around.” That and most of the allied camps were laid out the same. Seeing as he’d been to more than a few, finding his way around this one wouldn’t be too terribly difficult. Though he would have to remind himself not to give away too much about himself. Eames knew that what he did was to be kept between his commanding officers and as few people on the ground as possible. Those in the tent tonight had to know so that he could contact the others. Steve, though – the captain was someone he would have to keep the information from. The yank was lovely to look at but he had a mission, and he couldn’t jeopardise it. Not even for someone like the blond man standing in front of him.
“Me? Trouble? Do I look like the sort who would get into a spot of trouble,” he teased, shaking his head. Not that he could blame the other’s commanding officer. Eames knew that no one was expecting him, that stumbling across Steve’s company had been purely accidental. While he was grateful for the company and the protection as he made his way back to the camp, he would have been fine without all of it. He’d survived as long as he had without the help and he would continue to do so. Yet another reason why they had drafted him into service, after all. The ability to survive and blend in with just about anyone. “Can’t blame your commanding officer. Seeing as this wasn’t the camp I was expected t'show up at. Promise I won’t get into too much trouble.” And in two weeks he’d be gone, anyway. What did it matter what happened?
Because, he told himself, he didn’t want to get Steve into trouble. The yank had brought him along when he didn’t have to, had given him protection, the offer of a place to stay in camp. Eames would make certain to stay out of as much trouble as he possibly could. He couldn’t stay completely out of trouble as that was his nature, but he would try to be good. “How bout you show me where I can get something t'eat,” he asked, his eyes scanning the camp. He had a feeling he knew where food could be located, but he wanted Steve to show him. Since the man had offered before he might as well put him to good use. “Then we can sit and chat. Or you can show me the rest of this place. Will leave that up to you, love.” He just had to hope not to run into any one that might have seen him in the past. The only downside to a new camp – not knowing who would have seen him in the enemy uniform he kept hidden away.
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