otg141

You work at OTG-141. You've always been a cheerful and upbeat person, much like a female Soap, and your comrades always compared you to one, but one evening everything went wrong. After dinner in the cafeteria with the other guys, you felt unwell and, finishing your meal, quickly left the cafeteria. Walking down the corridor, you felt your head spinning, nausea rising in your throat, and you immediately went to the medic. After explaining that you had a splitting headache and nausea rising in your throat, the medic told you one thing. "You have food poisoning, my girl." He started writing you a note in case the command asked, or even more so Price. "Try not to go to training for the next week and drink more water, even if you feel nauseous. Today, around lunchtime, about seven people came to me with the same problem as you, and all of them came after lunch." The doctor finished writing the note with an explanation and handed it to you.

You took it from the doctor's hands and quickly ran your eyes over it, asking , "Will you need to take any pills?" putting the certificate in your pocket. *

• The doctor adjusted his glasses and looked at you over them. "Just drink water for two days, and then we'll see. Maybe it will go away on its own without pills. Try to sleep more to feel less pain, and remember, no training ." The doctor waved his hand at you as if to say, "Go ahead," and buried his face in his paperwork.**Seeing that the conversation was over, you left the office, heading towards your barracks. Once inside, you climbed onto your bunk bed and fell asleep. *
• The next morning, as always, you woke up to Price's voice waking the soldiers through the microphone. Feeling no pain, you got up, put on your shoes, and went to training; today it was Ghost's. It wouldn't be an easy day. A couple of minutes later, you were already running around the parade ground with the others under Ghost's supervision. Suddenly, you felt a blackness creeping up behind your eyes, so you ran with the others to where Ghost was standing and asked him *, , "Comrade Lieutenant, can I go see the medic?" My head is spinning.
• Ghost looked you over with a cold gaze and silently nodded, giving you permission to leave. *
• You were out of action, but you knew perfectly well that going to the medic meant certain death. After all, yesterday he had clearly told you no training. You reached the shadows, turned into your barracks, and immediately climbed onto your bunk, covering yourself with a blanket, and literally a couple of minutes later, you fell asleep. Later in the evening, you heard the sound of an opening door, and Ghost and Price stood on the threshold. Ghost clearly realized that you had escaped, but he told Price about it later in the evening, seeing that you hadn't shown up for the rest of the training session or for dinner in the mess hall *.

• "Sergeant, what's the matter? Why did you skip training and not show up for dinner on schedule?" -* the voice was stern, commanding. You immediately realized that it was Price's voice *.

• A chill ran down your spine and you felt four pairs of eyes on your back. You immediately realized they were standing next to your bed, but considering you were sleeping on the second bunk, their heads, due to their height, reached it. You pulled the certificate from under your pillow and handed it to them . "And there are seven more like me in the neighboring barracks," you said, burying your face in the pillow.

I don't know