Finding The 4077th

Commander Dad

“With the colonel, I'm happy to say.“ Radar mumbled. At least that was one problem avoided.

“Potter took the key?“ Hawkeye said as he turned back towards the clerk. “He doesn't trust me?“

“Well!“ Radar stood a bit taller, he wasn't about to be intimidated by the larger man. “If you were him and he was you, would you?“

Hawkeye grinned and said. “That's catchy. Set that to music right away.“

Radar looked confused before he got irritated and Chris sighed loudly. He felt annoyed at his dad, the man was purposely making fun of this and his lack of sleep only made it worse.

Hawkeye sat back down on his temporary desk and he threw his hat on it. He leaned back and said “Radar, cut an order.“

Radar immediately grabbed his pencil and notebook.

“The officers club bar will remain open daily from 0500.“ Hawkeye announced. Radar wrote it down quickly.

“And it will never close.“ Hawkeye added. Radar gave him a glare, finally noticing the man was joking. He tore the paper of his notebook and crumbled it.

Hawkeye grinned at the disproving look from the clerk. Even Chris looked at him with a frown.

“Chris, you promised me that you were going to help out in the kitchen today. “ Hawkeye said to the boy who shook his head quickly.

Hawkeye sighed and said “Remember last week when I gave you the choice to work in the kitchen or help The Father with his donations?“ He asked, remembering it had obviously been an easy choice for the child, but Chris hadn't helped out in the kitchen for almost a month now.

“Yes, sir. “ Chris said, he remembered that. He and Francis visited everyone in the camp asking for donations, even the patients.

“And I said then, you can go and help The Father but then you have to help out in the kitchen next time. “ Hawkeye continues. He saw the pout appear the moment Chris remembered the conversation.

“But dad... “ Chris whined softly. He really didn't want to do kitchen work, that would take him hours. Not to mention Igor, the man wasn't fun to work with whatsoever.

His dad gave him a stern look and said. “You eat here, don't you? So it's only fair that you help out sometimes. And besides, you promised. “

“I'm not allowed in the kitchen.“ Chris said quickly but Hawkeye just snorted a little. “Nice try. But you're allowed in the kitchen just not unsupervised and you know it. This is completely different than sneaking in the kitchen on your own.“

Chris sighed, his headache has gotten worse by now, and the prospect of working in the kitchen wasn't helping. “But I don't want to do kitchen work.“ He mumbled softly as he looked pleading at his dad.

Hawkeye’s irritation raised a little. He tried to stay calm and he knew his lack of sleep didn't help with his patience. “Chris, you will do what I say, and I don't want to hear another complaint out of you. Understand? “

“But dad!“ Chris tried again. His eyes are big, trying to beg his dad to reconsider. “I don't want to work with Igor. He's annoying and mean and... “

“Enough!“ Hawkeye snapped, cutting him off mid sentence. He crooked his fingers, calling his son closer.

Chris gulped at the angry look his dad gave him but quickly made his way over. Hawkeye positioned him in front of him as he shyly looked at the floor. He felt a tap on his chin from his dad, requesting eye contact. He slowly looked up and saw his dad definitely looking angry.