Sam’s only response was a deep, feral growl in his direction. “So,” she demanded after a moment’s hesitation. “What are you gonna do now, hm? You gonna tell everyone that I ain’t a guy?”
Bill waved a hand in front of his face, a smirk lifting the corner of his lips. “Nah, I ain’t no rat. And ‘sides, I don’t see who yer hurtin’ by pretending to be a soldier.”
“Hey,” Sam snapped. “I’m not pretending. I’m a sergeant. And just ‘cuz I don’t carry a gun, doesn’t make me any less of a soldier.”
Joe and Babe exchanged looks as Bill just shook his head, his smirk fading. “Whatever ya say, girlie. If you don’t mind me askin’, how come yer doin’ this? Don’t seem to be any real benefits, if you ask me. I think you’d look better in a skirt.”
(Continuation of this)