someday my prince will come...
Colonel Chester Philips had a war to fight and quite frankly, didn’t have a lot of time for nonsense.
That memorable first Christmas that granted Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes a new nickname among the rank and file was, Philips supposed, good for morale. However, he carefully ignored and made sure to squash anything that would cause an epic clusterfuck with the top brass. Personally, he was not about to sign no goddamn blue ticket for anyone, because a man’s private business was not his concern, as long as that man can pick up a gun and fight.
So Philips was perfectly happy getting on with the task of fighting Nazis and Squid Nazis (thank you, Dugan for adding this to the parlance, along with SNRFB). The one super soldier left to them by Dr. Erskine had proved to be worth all the money the U.S. government had invested into his creation and then some, even if Captain Rogers had a knack for ignoring certain orders, but regularly coming up with impressive results when he chose to do so.
Philips could live with the paperwork, as long as it meant one step closer to Berlin.
But then, there was Barnes.
The whole Snow White business was a god damn joke, Philips sternly reminded himself.
So he tried not to twitch when an actual, for real squirrel went running up to Barnes in the middle of their planning, climbed up to his shoulder and chattered to him importantly. Barnes nodded, made the appropriate noises back and then, casually mentioned that there was one of those fucking monster HYDRA tanks hiding in the very section of forest they were going to run to.
“Did the squirrel actually tell you this, Sgt. Barnes?” sneered a lieutenant - God help them, it was that asshole who nearly fucked up everything for Easy Company at Foy. Philips made a note to find the quickest excuse to boot him somewhere else… soon.
“Yes, sir,” Barnes deadpanned.
“We always make it a point to trust the local forest population,” added Captain Rogers innocently. “They’re not very fond of Hitler or HYDRA.”
Agent Carter pressed her lips together to repress a smile. “The Forest Resistance forces are very grateful and most helpful.”
“Or…. you know, that would be because it’s a logical place to hide a tank of that size,” Captain Rogers continued - he had been there for the Foy clusterfuck and had met up with the other lieutenant who had picked up the pieces and got Easy Company moving. He’d recognized this asshole too.
The squirrel chattered again and Barnes absently stroked its head and gave it a piece of cracker. “Thanks, buddy.”
Philips was going to need a good long drink later. And he’d just gotten a new supply from Captain Nixon too….