Call of Duty x reader

Frank Aiello x Reader

*Ambush does not happen. But Zussman is still captured. Also, Daniels does not have a wife or son, but he does have a liking to Zussman. This will possibly have parts to it. So this is Part 1. Enjoy!*

"We go in swiftly, got it?" I spoke, watching the Germans nearby. Aiello nods from besides me, giving Daniels a pair of binoculars. Zussman checked his first aid kits and looked at us with a worried glance.

"We got this.. right?" He gave me a look and I forced a smile. Ever since Turner died and Pierson being out of control, I took the 1st Infantry Platoon under my wing, also, being the second oldest of the group.

"Yeah, we got this kiddo" I say with confidence. But I don't know if I was giving myself confidence or the boys.

With a quiet sigh, I stood up and grabbed my ZK-383, aiming at a German who was chatting with his friend.

"Take the shot, Daniels" I ordered, hearing Daniels breath inhale and once he exhaled, a bullet from his sniper whizzed in the air and hit a guard in his shoulder. It alerted the nearby guard but Zussman shot him before anyone else can be alerted further. I gave Aiello a thumbs up and he went over to the two guards, checking their coats and bags.

"Come on, we gave no time to waste. Pierson said to meet him North of the field" Aiello says, giving Zudsman and Daniels the new supplies we found. I glare at him and walked over to him, getting fed up with his attitude lately.

"Pierson assigned me Captain of this small squad for this time only, meaning I get to lead and order you idiots" I growl out, getting face to face with him. Aiello glared at me as well and his quite handsome features turned into a snarl.

"I don't have to fuckin' listen to you" he spat out angrily. I smirk smugly and back away.

"Alright then. Daniels, you're with me. Aiello and Zussman, you two are together. First one to reach Pierson gets the whole new supplies. The loser team gets shit and Pierson's obnoxious lecture" I explain the rules, grabbing Daniels, who was reaching out for Zussman. The newly Corporal broke out of my grasp with a struggle and glared at me.

"I ain't having Zussman be stuck with some racist asshole" Daniels says, not hearing Aiello counting down before we began to run.

"Come on!"

I saw Pierson up ahead, smiling as I realized Aiello was way behind.

"Pierson, hey!" I shout, watching as the oldest of the division turned around and sighed, seeing Daniels and I right away.

"What the hell do you want? And where's the idiot and kid?" Pierson grumbled, a tight glare replaced his real emotions. I smirk and throw my supplies on the ground, giving Pierson a knowing look.

"Oh God, why did Davis ever recruit all of you?" Pierson groaned, picking up my supplies and putting it where I slept at. Daniels chuckled lowly but when Pierson glared at him, he shut his mouth.

As Pierson was going to probably yell at us, Stiles came over, a distressed look on his face.

"I got a signal from Aiello! He reported that he and Zussman got involved with some Germans. Zussman is missing and Aiello is hurt. He said east of the hill. Close to us" Stiles explains. I immediately grab my weapons and ran to the location Stiles gave out. I can hear Pierson curse loudly and three pairs of footsteps following after me.

I reach the site first and gasp at the amount of bodies that are on the ground with blood pooled around them. I see Aiello opening his eyes and croaking something out that I didn't care about. I helped him up and grabbed the med kit from Pierson, who looked around in shock and grim.

"What the fuck happened, Frank?" Pierson whispered. You know he's upset and beyond serious when he says our first names.

"Zussman...he tried to fight back. They got 'em...they got the stupid kid who tried risking his life for mine...that idiot" Aiello grumbled, holding his side. I move his hand and see not a deep wound, but it can get infected without proper care. Gosh, why did it have to Zussman who got captured? He knew more about medical stuff then us, even though he doesn't like to show it.

"Alright, Daniels, help me here. Pierson, call the others. Maybe find friendly contact. Stiles, check for supplies on the Germans" I order put. Without argument (from Pierson), the boys got to work.

I poured some drinking alcohol onto the wound, wincing as Aiello groaned in pain. It hurts to see someone I deeply care about hurt. No, I can't have feelings for Aiello. He's my comrade, and we have a lot of stuff weighing onto our shoulders. Damn Nazi scums. They won't know what hit them.

"It's going to be alright, Frank. Just relax...imagine yourself at home, hm?" I whisper soothingly. Aiello stared at me and nodded, holding my hand in a tight grasp as Daniels stitched up his wound.

I give a kiss to the forehead, but nobody thought to react or say something. No, we have a dead comrade that was like a father to us, a out-of-control new leader, a distressed Corporal, a confused college kid, an injured teammate that's my love interest (shut it), and a missing kid. Yep, nothing can't go wrong!

*Part 2 will be up probably over the weekend? Any ideas for part 2? Please let me know! As always, I hope you enjoy!*