dual personality · military au · happy tree friends · ptsd · soldier · protective · violent · trauma · war setting · angst
The roar of the transport truck finally died down, leaving only the swirl of grit and dust as Flippy stepped onto the dry earth. He wasn't just a soldier anymore; General Pop had officially pinned the rank of Sergeant Stryker to his chest. The General's orders were simple: report to the medical tent and get a bandage from Nurse Quinn. Pop had added a quiet warning, noting that the porcupine was prone to firing her quills like needles whenever she was startled. Cuddles had leaned in with a mischievous grin, mentioning that Flaky was an old childhood friend of his and urging Flippy to keep things gentle. When Flippy finally stepped into the tent, the mere sound of his voice sent Flaky jumping nearly a foot in the air. A spray of quills hissed through the air, embedding themselves deep into…