Girls' Frontline: My Apocalypse with Dolls

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The two seemed to completely disregard their words, and simply buried their heads like ostriches, choosing to live a life of peace and quiet from then on.

The world is full of troubles, but my heart longs to settle down in the mortal realm, right?

The man's gaze gradually softened, and somehow, he swallowed even more questions.

In the end, all his words could only turn into a sigh, vanishing without a trace as the smoke cleared. He knew he could never go against them, and he could only silently give in to what had already happened.

Perhaps the girls can always take advantage of this characteristic to launch proactive attacks. Even the last time in Raccoon City, when the Rebellion Squad and 416 and Adeline came to rescue them without prior contact, it fully demonstrated what it means to get on the bus first and buy the ticket later.

Although I was also very happy, the girls cared so much about me...

"Ah, okay."

If the girls weren't so strong, cool, and cute, who would want to be a weak guy who could just lie down and relax?

But wait, sooner or later I'll have to switch from defense to offense and take the lead, even though it seems like I'm on home turf anyway...

The tent was just the right size to fit three people. Pascal and AR15 consciously lay down on either side, leaving the middle spot for themselves. It was almost as if they were inviting him in.

She lowered the intensity of her movements, slowly climbed to the middle of the bed, and, without disturbing the two of them, lifted the covers and crawled inside, lying down quietly.

The blankets had already been warmed up by the two of them, so Luo Fan didn't have to worry about the awkward situation of his feet not being fully warmed up even after a whole night.

But here's the problem: as a leader, you have to manage your own stance.

So, which way should I sleep tonight...?

......

After a brief moment of thought, Lovan chose the proud and adorable AR15 over the frivolous Pascal.

Pascal was asleep, in particular.

But this decision was actually meaningless. The long hours of activity and the lack of a comfortable sleeping space had already left me exhausted. I closed my eyes and fell into a deep sleep without needing any lullabies or mental suggestions...

...Some people are asleep, while others seem to be asleep.

The three of them shared one quilt, and one edge of the quilt trembled slightly.

Pascal's snoring continued, and she seemed to have actually fallen asleep. Perhaps this would effectively suppress her caffeine withdrawal symptoms?

The pink-haired girl's blanket trembled slightly, seemingly a small sign of something strange.

AR15 lay blushing in bed, tossing and turning, just like on a peaceful night a few months ago, unable to fall asleep.

Although it wasn't the first time she'd slept with the Commander, her teammates had been there before, making it less likely for her to have any strange thoughts. But now, with her teammates not around and Miss Pascal practically negligible, the situation could be completely different...

She is extremely nervous now. Several months have passed, and her relationship with the other person has not progressed at all. She has also been troubled by her lack of honesty.

Just now, the commander seemed to have deliberately created an opportunity for her, but she failed to seize it properly. Now, everything that happened was unintentional, and she had to think carefully about whether this was her only chance.

Mustering her courage, and patting her chest, the girl finally... turned her face away. Well, that's a big step forward...

It has to be said that in terms of being sarcastic and not frank enough, AR15 is practically the AR version of WA-chan.

Luo Fan lay there completely unguarded in front of him, seemingly not taking him seriously at all.

AR15 began to have questions after the commander and the rebellious squad had been taking a bath together for nearly an hour that night.

Is that kind of thing really that amazing? Why are they stuck inside for so long without coming out?

According to RPK16 later, they felt it was enough and didn't want to take up too much of the other people's time, so they left; otherwise, they could have "washed" for much longer...

AR15, her face flushed, looked at the man before her. Her curiosity and quest for the unknown held a fatal attraction for her, attempting to lead her into the abyss of desire.

For tactical dolls, this is not a biological instinctual impulse, but rather a curiosity about the unknown.

More than anything, she hoped to become an indispensable part of him, even though she already was...

Mustering her courage, the girl used her arms, which had gone limp with shyness, to prop herself up.

She brushed aside the hair that was partially obscuring her vision and looked at the sleeping man. A kind of indescribable desire swelled up like a balloon.

Should she take this step? Would the other party want her to do it? Would Miss Pascal wake up halfway through?

She wasn't sure where she should step in that direction, but if she could, she would definitely want to go further...

Since that's the case, why not give it a try now? There might not be many more opportunities like this in the future...

A voice in her head said so.

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216 The two who woke up

Despite feeling utterly exhausted, Luo Fan still insisted on engaging in a fierce internal struggle with AR15. Now, let alone turning over, Luo Fan finds it too strenuous to even open his eyes. Although his physical condition has improved, prolonged overwork is still too exhausting for a human.

Opening your eyes is not only inconvenient, but also because all you see is darkness, making the distinction between opening and closing your eyes less meaningful.

After moving the large blanket from Pascal's head back onto his body and completely covering AR15 except for his head, the two fell asleep without even putting on any clothes.

......

The next morning, Pascal groggily got up, feeling a strange throbbing pain in his head, even though he had been very careful about his physical condition. Of course, the environment during the mission was exceptionally harsh...

It wasn't just a physical problem; I also seemed to have a nightmare last night. Someone was holding a large bundle of something and trying to suffocate me, and they were very strong. I couldn't resist at all, and I could hear strange breathing sounds from time to time, sometimes heavy and sometimes gentle...

Her eyes hadn't adjusted to the darkness yet, and she couldn't clearly see what was going on with the two people next to her...

But right now, everything seems normal. No light is shining into the tent yet, there's no sound of activity outside, and the two people next to me are sleeping like logs, completely unresponsive.

"Uh......"

If it's already time to get up, they'll probably come and wake me up, right?

Still half asleep, Pascal looked around again, and finding nothing amiss, pulled the blanket over his head and went back to sleep.

......

The sound of a zipper being pulled open signaled the second person waking up in the winter morning and stepping into the gentle breeze.

AK15 got angry very early as usual. Now that they had left Raccoon City, everyone was enjoying a rare chance to sleep in, but she still maintained her good habit of getting up early, even though they had gone to bed very late last night.

Perhaps it had long become a habit, and even though her sleep time was completely disproportionate to her wake-up time, she did not feel particularly heavy-headed. It seemed that as long as she had time to rest, that was enough for her.

Although the wind was not strong in the early morning, the temperature was still very low. Even if an ordinary person crawled out of bed and put on a thick coat, they would shiver because they could not adapt for a while. But AK15 left the greenhouse-like tent wearing only a sports vest, moved around a bit, and enjoyed the fresh air of the countryside without the noise of cars and horses.

Although she felt a little annoyed to see her fellow military dolls still sleeping, she no longer had the same high expectations for everything as before. She began to slowly adapt to the slower pace of life that was changing with the times. Besides, she had gotten somewhat used to her teammates' behavior over the past few months.

It is winter now, and the sky is still dark, seemingly unrelated to the word "morning." However, one can see out of the corner of their eye that a faint light is shining on the open ground not far away.

She looked over and saw M16 from the AR team sitting by the campfire, holding a soda can, seemingly experiencing the feeling of drinking alone under the moon.

It seemed that the other person had gotten up much earlier than her, and had even lit the fire. Anyone who didn't know better would think that she might have been sitting here all night without leaving.

Seemingly noticing the presence of others nearby, M16 raised its head and looked in the direction of AK15.

Standing in front of the tent, a tall, thinly dressed silver-haired girl stared at him expressionlessly, making it impossible to read her thoughts.

But since it was only the two of them who were awake, they couldn't just ignore each other and pretend they hadn't seen anything, could they?

After a few seconds of silent staring, M16 smiled and waved, signaling AK15 not to stand there like an idiot and to come over to him.

However, the emotionally inept AK15 subconsciously began to speculate about the other party's intentions behind such an action...

Am I close to her? Why would she suddenly show me kindness? Do I look like AK12 and the others who are easy to talk to?

This is where things get interesting for her: how can she effectively deal with social issues that she's completely bad at?

If even one of her teammates were awake in this situation, they could probably help her resolve the problem effectively. But if she's alone, she might only allow the situation to spiral out of control...

But it would be too impolite for her not to respond at all, especially since the other person was her teammate. They had worked together on missions over the past few months. Although they weren't exactly close friends, they were certainly not strangers.

So she took a step toward the campfire where M16 was.

Our 16 pigeons wouldn't think so much; they just felt that everyone was a friend.

Although she had become cold and numb after becoming Ironblood, when she returned to this environment where a large group of people were gathered together, with her sisters and the commander there as well, she began to look somewhat like she used to be.

Of course, 416 is still the same as before, still trying to defeat itself, but that is not very realistic. And after Ironblood Works fully developed its performance, such a thing is even less likely.

Therefore, she had already let go of everything, even though the other party couldn't do it yet.

AK15 came to the campfire, but just stood there like an idiot, which was very much in line with her style. So, M16 waved her hand again, gesturing for the other person to sit down.

"..."

AK15 sat down.

In any case, at least things are moving in a positive direction...

Shortly after she sat down, M16 tossed her a can of beer, which she caught steadily.

She gave the other person another strange look, but M16 just took a big gulp and, judging from her expression, felt particularly good.

Although I don't drink, I told her directly that I should accept her kindness.

"click"

I opened the can and took a bite.

At first, AK15's expression contorted for a moment, but gradually returned to normal, as if he was slowly getting used to it.

I tried my best to suppress that feeling...

M16 can roughly tell that the other party doesn't really like beer.

However, the AK15 is a Russian humanoid...

M16 has some other ideas.

An object flew towards him again. Without even looking up, AK15 instinctively caught it and examined it closely in his hand.

The bottle is entirely white, with familiar Russian lettering...

She probably knows what this is...

217 Inserting the bed

When he looked at M16 again, the other person raised an eyebrow at him, the smile on their lips still unfurled.

It seems that the other party is indeed expressing goodwill towards me.

I don't even know when it was the last time I drank vodka. Maybe it was back when they were still in the original world and with an old friend.

This stuff is much more appealing than beer. AK15 took another look, then quickly unscrewed the cap and shoved the bottle into his mouth, gulping it down as if he hadn't drunk water for three days.

It seems that a person's seemingly indifferent demeanor does not mean they are without desires. AK15 probably has her own hidden preferences as well.

As we all know, vodka is a high-proof liquor that is extremely spicy. AK15 was drinking the same Absolut vodka as Adeline. Adeline, being Nieto, still spat out the liquor despite trying to suppress her discomfort, but AK15's expression was much calmer, as if he were drinking water.

It seems that the customized humanoids, like the military humanoids, are not only powerful in function and strength, but also have an astonishing capacity for alcohol...

It was precisely because the other party showed no reaction that M16 was able to conclude that AK15 liked this kind of liquor.

At least initial friendly negotiations have been established, and M16 is in an unexpectedly good mood, continuing to drink the half-empty can of beer in his hand.

"Tons, tons, tons..."

After drinking about a third of it, AK15 stopped, put the cap back on, and kept looking around as if he was worried about something.

Well, it seems the other person isn't as easy to let go of me as I thought...

After confirming that no one was around, AK15 raised an eyebrow at M16, seemingly hinting at something.

M16 naturally nodded.

The two maintained eye contact throughout, understanding each other's thoughts without needing to say a word.

This is one of the reasons why AK15 feels more comfortable communicating with M16 than with others. She is not good at or fond of talking too much, and communication requires some words. Simplifying this process is exactly what she wants, and M16 happens to be able to cooperate well with her in this regard.

If it weren't for their different backgrounds and factions, the two of them might have become good friends much earlier.

AK15 suddenly felt like it was a long-lost friend.

Speaking of friends, what comes to mind for AK15...?

"She'll probably really like this..."

She said slowly.

M16 smiled and put the can down: "What?"

She was naturally very interested in the "she" the other person was referring to. Was she also someone who liked to drink?

"A545, a military doll like us, is very competitive with AK12, but she is also our friend. She loves strong liquor; anything below 50 degrees is no different from water to her, and she especially loves vodka."