Call of Duty x reader

Pierson x Shy/Clumsy!Reader

(Y/N) watched as Ailleo made fun of Zussman's hertiage amd Danuels getting pissed at Ailleo for harassing his friend. Then Aiello gets all smug and a fist fight breaks out. Pierson threatens to kill someome and Turner has to restrain the bigger male. Stiles and (Y/N) simply watched while not making a single noise though at any momemt they were about to burst out laughing.

"Alright boys, we got news to head north-" "ugh!" Everyone complained. Turner rolled his eyes plaayfully and continued to talk about their next mission. Daydreaming, (Y/N) kept her gaze at Pierson and admired him. Strong, cocky, mean, handsome...

"Why the hell am I thinking about him like this? Maybe because we been hip to hip since day 1 of training. He fucked up and I helped him. Yet he's too stubborn to admit he got help from a girl" (Y/N) thought, not noticing until a hand slapped her back quite harshly. She looked up and blushed as Pierson easily towered over her.

"Wh- uh...I uh..h-hey?" She stuttered, fidgeting with her jacket. Pierson rolled his eyes and sighed in annoyance.

"We're leaving so hurry up!" He yelled, watching as (Y/N) jumped up and nodded. She quickly ran to her small corner, tripping over nothing in the process. Zussman gave her a concerned look but she shrugged it off and told him she just was in a rush to get the mission over with. Her face flustered in embarrassment, she shyly stayed in the back as they ventured across the hill amd towards the empty streets.

"Try being light on (Y/N), Pierson. I ain't saying it 'cause she's a girl but because it's mostly in her nature to be all quiet-" "We're soldiers, Turner. We don't have time to be all quiet and make mistakes" Pierson hissed, walking in front of everyone. Turner sighed and took a glance at (Y/N), who was holding onto her supplies, dropping some small metal pieces. Shaking his head, he couldn't help but think of her as his little sister. She was a real fighter but around family, she showed her true personality of making simple mistakes and being shy and isolated from everyone else. Hearing bickering from Aiello and Daniels, he didn't even want to know how they reminded him of his family members. Zussman reminded him of his little brother who was always in the middle of the arguments.

"It's getting dark, Turner. Can we stop here?" Stiles asked, rubbing his shoulder and wincing from the sudden tension ball that formed. Zussman nodded and huddled close to Daniels as a icy breeze pasted. (Y/N) was walking up, easily catching up to him before she tripped over something and fell. Grunting in pain as her ankle made a disturbing loud noise, she held her breath from the real problem. She was laying on top of a dead corpse. A dead soldier. Holding back a scream, she let out a whimper, alerting her platoon. Daniels and Turner immediately ran over but were pushed back by Pierson, who had the slightest look of concern in his eyes.

"Shit, (Y/N), are you alright?" He asked, removing her from the body. Her foot barely moved and she hissed in pain, throwing her head back and biting down on her bottom lip harshly. Ailleo kneeled down, Stiles and Zussman doing the same, and they grimaced at how swollen her ankle gotten.

"Fuck, her ankle is most likely twisted" Stiles whispered, grabbing a first aid kit.

"This is going to hurt"

"W-wait...wha-what?......HOLY MOTHER OF-"

(Y/N) groaned as light was shone on her face. Turning around, she opened her eyes and was met face to face with Pierson, who looked tired and worried and pissed. It was not a pretty sight, (Y/N) concluded.

"Pierson? A-are you a-alright?" (Y/N) whispered, trying to sit up only to be pushed back down. Pierson glared at her, making her squirm around as she averted his eyes.

"I should be asking you that but god (Y/N), we can't afford for you to keep getting hurt!" Pierson yelled, burying his head in his hands. (Y/N) flinched at the raise of his voice and looked down at her lap, feeling so useless and embarrassed. But she didn't say anything, instead, she used the wall of an alleyway as support to stand up.

"Im sorry-" "and quit saying that, would you? You don't need permission, you dont apologize!" Pierson growled out, looking up at her. (Y/N) nodded and sat back down, looking at Pierson with admiration.

"Ye'know...I always looked up to you. Admired you. You always pull through the toughest situation...I wish I was more like you" (Y/N) spoke quietly, looking at anything but Pierson. He looked up at her and raised a brow.

"Really...?" He asked, leaning closer to her. She blushed and pushed herself against the wall, leaning her head back against it.

"Y-yeah. I-I like you...a lot" (Y/N) confessed, shutting her eyes closed, expecting a yell or Pierson standing up and telling her to grow up. She did not expect a pair of warm lips on her's however. Opening her eyes wide, she saw Pierson right in front of her, eyes closed.

Pierson was kissing her?

PIERSON WAS KISSING HER!

Before (Y/N) had a chance to kiss back, Pierson pulled away and stood up from his kneeling position, smirking down at her.

"I like you too. Now get some rest, we gotta keep moving tomorrow" he says before leaving her to her thoughts. Smiling softly, (Y/N) giggled to herself and touched her lips, a tingling senstation still present.

Maybe she doesn't have to grow up just yet...