Badger666
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Colonel Sherman T. Potter had been at the 4077th for a week now, and he liked to think he was a pretty quick study when it came to people. He’d spent years in the Army, decades in medicine, and had seen his fair share of personalities. It didn’t take him long to get a handle on the people under his command.
But… he wasn’t sure how to handle one Hawkeye Pierce.
Aka: Hawkeye survived the Holocaust.
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Someone decided to make a group chat… now it’s everyone’s problem.
Robby is a Veteran in this fic. So is Walsh and Abbot. Robby struggles.
… I like chaos…
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Dr. John Carter thought becoming a doctor would involve white coats, polite patients, and maybe the occasional cup of bad hospital coffee. Instead, he’s been drafted into the Korean War, shoved through a crash course on “don’t get shot”, and sent straight from med school to a MASH unit thirty miles from the front lines.
Now he’s at the 4077th, where the coffee is strong enough to dissolve scalpels, the nurses run the place better than the officers, and the surgeons range from slightly eccentric to completely unhinged. Between Kerry Weaver barking orders, Peter Benton acting like drill sergeant and trauma god rolled into one, and Doug Ross somehow flirting with literally everyone including the supply tent, Carter is just trying not to pass out, screw up, or cry in front of Carol Hathaway (who, for some reason, keeps calling him baby).
Oh, and there’s also the small matter of keeping wounded soldiers alive while artillery shakes the ground and helicopters rain chaos on the camp. No pressure.
At the 4077th, the motto is simple: “Sleep is optional. Sarcasm is mandatory.”
… what the FUCK!!!
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They say the only thing more terrifying than dying without your guardian… is surviving without them.
The first thing people noticed about Dr. Michael “Robby” Robinavitch—if they’d never met him before—was the silence. Not from Robby himself. He could talk when he had to. He was a damn good chief attending, and when he barked orders, people moved. But it was the quiet around him that unsettled the uninitiated.
There was no creature beside him…
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Carter picked at his arm as the social worker’s crappy Toyota pulled off the main road and onto a long, cracked driveway. The house loomed at the top of a small hill—big and old and too cheerful for how dead he felt inside.
He didn’t want to be here. But apparently, living on the streets and doing drugs makes people feel just bad enough to do something, but not bad enough to actually care.
Four months on the street. Four. And it took a trip to the ER with a fever of 104 and an infected abscess before someone finally decided, Huh, maybe we shouldn’t let the heir to the Carter family fortune rot behind a dumpster.