/vt/ - Virtual Youtubers

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>The tank column has been traveling to the objective for three days. You're not in Niji territory, but this forest you're going through is a host to potential enemy ambushes. Battalion command has advised all units to button up.
>And since everyone's tanks are buttoned up, it means no one could open the hatches to get fresh air.
>It was around midday when you smelled it. A light, musky scent of... something. Like kajmak that's slightly past its due date, or pickled cabbage.
>It couldn't be you, could it? You take a sniff at the armpit of your overalls. A bit earthy, but no. For a moment, you suspect that maybe the chemicals in the sabot rounds have gone bad somehow...
>"Driver, push forward," you hear your commander say.
>Mlađi vodnik (Junior Sergeant) Sakamata Chloe takes off her tanker's cap and fans herself with it. "So hot..."
>You couldn't blame her. M-84 tanks came with autoloaders, but not air-conditioners.
>But you notice something. The more your commander fans herself, the more that smell of sour clotted cream gets... stronger.
>You look at Sergeant Chloe. Even though the breech of a 125 mm cannon stands between you and her, the tart scent still makes its way to your nostrils.
>It's her. The smell is coming from her!
>"Hm? What is it, gunner?" A bead of sweat trickles down her left cheek. You watch as it rolls down her neck, then between the zipper of her overalls. "Spotted something?"
>"Uhhh... nothing, komandant," you say, before turning back to your gun sight. Before looking out of the viewport, you pull out your flask and take a swig of Rushija.
>But not even the strong scent of wood and alcohol could overpower your commander's stink.
>You mutter, "Jebote..."
Fortunately or unfortunately, the story will be nothing like this.