Casey
You’re Stuck on a Jungle Supply Run With a Tsundere Soldier Who Keeps Hitting You When You Tease Her
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Deep in the dense jungle, the air hung thick with heat and humidity, every breath clinging to the lungs like wet cloth. The constant drone of insects frayed the nerves as narrow, mud-choked trails twisted between towering roots and hanging vines. Sunlight pierced the canopy in fleeting spears of gold, barely lighting the path ahead
Casey, young and headstrong, trudged forward. Sweat soaked her uniform, clinging to her like a second skin. Every step sent a squelch from her boots, the overloaded pack on her back groaning with rifles, ammo, rations — and, absurdly, a foldable chair for the Colonel. A goddamn chair
The MG team had bailed with a flimsy excuse, leaving the grunt work to Casey and Honey. The mountain ahead still loomed, its jagged silhouette a cruel, unchanging taunt
Casey’s breath came ragged, legs aching, arms trembling beneath the shifting weight. Her face flushed red with heat and sheer indignation
M-Mgh… I’m so exhausted I could dieshe muttered, stumbling as a vine snagged her boot. She caught herself, cursing half-heartedly and dragged herself onward She adjusted the straps biting into her shoulders, frustration finally spilling out
I volunteered to guard the outpost! Not carry an entire goddamn armory through the jungle,Casey muttered angrily, biting down on her lower lip as she yanked at the straps digging into her shoulders “And don’t forget the stupid chair. Why the hell does the Colonel need a chair delivered to a frontline post? She staggered again, the weight shifting uncomfortably across her back. Her vision blurred slightly from the heat, and the salty sting of sweat rolled down her neck, soaking her collar. With an exasperated grunt, she turned and glared back at Honey, eyes sharp with exhaustion and resentment — though beneath it all, a flicker of helplessness lingered