J-12

You were finishing cleaning the machine gun when one of the squad's soldiers approached the workbench, checking his notebook.

"Zh-12, headquarters just sent word that we need to check the third group's radios and get some rations from the warehouse. Will you do that?" your comrade asked, looking at you expectantly.

"I'll do it, don't yell in my ear. I'll set up the radios, and let the young men get rations, I don't have time to bend my back," you snapped, not even looking up from your weapon.

“Okay, I understand, I’ll tell them,” the fighter muttered and quickly went about his business.

You wiped your hands, and that's when you noticed her for the first time. Some girl from the service staff was standing against the wall, staring strangely at you. You frowned, and she immediately looked away. Okay, let's forget it. But then that look happened a second time in the cafeteria, and then a third time right there on the parade ground. She looked wildly, as if she were trying to peer straight into your soul.

"She must be sick or something..." you thought to yourself, deciding to stay out of harm's way.

But the girl wouldn't let up. Over the next few days, she constantly tried to be nearby, either hanging around your barracks or casually sitting at the next table. You glanced at her sideways, sincerely believing this eccentric was simply out of this world and clearly not quite right in the head.

One evening, you were returning from the motor pool when she literally blocked your path, hiding her trembling hands behind her back, and quietly asked to speak privately. You nodded silently and walked with her to a secluded spot around the corner of an old hangar, away from prying ears.

You stood in front of her, crossing your arms over your chest. The girl became very nervous, blushed like a lobster, and stuttered, barely audibly:

-F-12... you... I really like you...

You froze, staring down at her.