Call of Duty x reader

Pierson x Reader

Snow fell gracefully from a white sky, clouds puffy and blocking off the sky blue and the bright sun. Soldiers were awed by the snow, but hated it. It was cold and they were in the forest, hoping those damn krauts don't do a sneak attack. But it was quiet and depressing, after all, their most favored captain, Turner, was killed. Daniels sighed and rested his head against the trunk of a tree, not caring if he got scrapes or splinters. Zussman sat next to him, shivering quietly so he doesn't cause more issues. Their nee leader was surprisingly not Pierson, but Turner's slightly older sister by a year, (Y/N). She was fueled by revenge and regret and hatred, wanting the damn war to end already.  But of course it was technically everyone's fault in some way. Couldn't people just get along for a minute, was that so bloody hard to ask for?

"Hey, (Y/N)! When are we moving again?" Aiello asked, drinking from his canteen. (Y/N) looked at the men in front of her, frowing as she knew they could be college or raising their kids, but no, they had a war to fight in order to protect the lives of many.

"We'll rest here for the night, at dawn tomorrow, we leave" (Y/N) answered, averting her eyes from the medic healing one of the injured. No, calm down, calm down, she reminded herself, walking off to get some space. She had to prove she was worthy of leading the platoon, and not fueled by the endless rage that was bottled up inside her.

As she leaned against a tree, she couldn't help but get flashbacks, seeing her little brother's frightened eyes as he lay on the snow covered in blood, bullets, and dead soldiers. Fire cackled at her as her brother died right in front of her eyes. The cries of Daniels as he plead they stay and fight ofd the Nazis, the night when Zussman and Aiello had a fight and Zussman left, tears threatening to fall. Pierson drank himslef in sorrow, his bests friend was gone. Stiles didn't take pictures or tried putting logic in their brains, no, he stayed in a corner and when they traveled, he would be up in the fornt eith her. As the memories taunted her, she didn't hear the footsteps behind her before a hand was laid on her shoulder. Turning around, knife out and ready to stab the intruder of her misery, she stopped as her eyes met the lively shade of blue that belonged to none other than Pierson.

Quickly removing his hand and coughing a bit, he looked dpwn at (Y/N) with a pained small smile.

"I came to check up on you...uh...since everything that has happened" Pierson muttered, stracthing the back of his head. Raisng a brow, (Y/N) felt catious around the taller male that was usually angry and cocky, much like Ailleo but meaner and rough around all edges.

"Oh, yeah, uh, I'm fine" a light blush spread across (Y/N) cheeks, backing away to give her and Pierosn personal space. He forced another sad smile and walked off, most likely going to drown himself in beer or wine they found.

Zussman was missing. Daniels was furious and yelled at Pierson for him to get off his ass and find his best friend. (Y/N) tried calming down the younger male but to no avail, he stormed off. Aiello frowned and studied maps with Stiles, hoping their Jewish-German-American friend wasnt sent to a camp. Pierson stayed in his shared tent, glaring up at the narrow roof as if it mocked him.

Walking into the tent she shared with Pierson, (Y/N) smirked as a childish glare was on the said man's face. Shrugging off her coat, she kicked Pierson on his leg, gesturing for jim to scoot over. He complied with a grunt, moving and giving his partner in crime room. (Y/N) smirked and sat down with a huff, drumming her fingers against her knees and she looked at Pierson, studying his hamdsome featured face. Looking down at her, Pierson did the same, analyzing every single piece of detail. He loved it all. And she loved him all too.

"Ye'know...Red is right" (Y/N) whispered, leaning against Pierosn, who hesitantly laid his head on top of hers. Expressing hus feelings was another shocker, but (Y/N) was just glad she got the usual cocky bastard out of his shell.

"I know. That damn kid, why does he have to a kow it all? I thought country folks were stupid" Pierson mutteres. (Y/N) gasped and slapped him on his arm, getting a pained moan as a response.

"Shut it city boy" she mumbled, pushing him down. She laid down next him, mesmerized in his eyes once again.

"Lost in thought, captain?" Pierson teasrd. (Y/N) blushed and pouted, not noticing how close their faces were getring to each other.

"Shut it William" (Y/N) growled, smashing rheir lips together. Pierson was shell shocked for a second but immediately kissed back, running his hands through (Y/N)'s soft hair. They went on for a minute before pulling away for air, dark blushes spread across their faces and their hearts beating fast.

"That was...fuckin awesome" Pierson whispered, cupping (Y/N)'s face. She smiled and kissed his nose, getting a roll of eyes and glare.

"Yeah it was. Now, lets say we finsih this when we get out of here alive. Right now, we have a boy to save from  some Nazi krauts and over 10 boys to raise. You in?" (Y/N) spoke. Pierson smirked.

"You bet I'm in"

A/N- Sorry its short and off, but my dad is currently sick and quarantined. No, he does not have the COVID-19 virus, it's a cold, but since more cases and deaths are popping up, we want to keep him safe inside. Thanks for bearing with me, I'll update as soon as I can. I love you, be safe, stay indoors, and together, we can fight off the spread.