Hours of Glory (Turner x Reader)(CODWWII)(under edit)

Lieutenant And A Civilian

July 6, 1944. The invasion of Normandy. Out of all days I have decided to approach the enemy right then. Alone, without my squad. Since the time I joined the French Resistance I have preferred solo missions and today is no different. I sneak inside the bunker to prepare the next explosives but all of a sudden the air-raid siren goes off, mixing with the noise of falling bombs. ''Seriously? Now?'' I raise my arms in irritation and look up through the loophole to see planes flying above the fortifications. There's no other choice than to retreat. However, my chosen path for evacuation is already destroyed. Wooden pieces and collapsed walls make it impossible to go through it and with the persistent shelling it's even more difficult to get out of here. ''Great...'' Having a limited amount of ammo, I must be careful not to run into someone, so I'm repeatedly changing the direction of my escape route whenever a Nazi soldier shows up in my way, not realizing yet that I'm actually heading toward the beach instead of the deserted village. As I keep watching over my shoulder to be certain no one is following me, I don't notice a man crossing my path ahead of me and consequently I bump into him so hard I fall with a thud on the ground. Both of us reach after our guns at the same time, staring at each other in puzzlement. I guess he must be more shocked than I because civilians are not supposed to be here. 

Surprisingly, the officer gradually lowers his gun and raises his left arm, giving me a sign that he has no bad intentions. ''It's okay. I'm not gonna hurt you.'' Then he comes closer and helps me to stand up. 

''Thanks, uh...''

''Lieutenant Joseph Turner. And you are...?'' The lieutenant surveys me up and down, surely assuming that I'm just a civilian.

''I'm (Y/N). My village was burnt down so I'm trying to find a new shelter.'' Even though I'm now sure he's on my side, I choose not to reveal my true identity yet because I'm a key figure important for both sides.

''I see...'' He nods thoughtfully but his amber eyes widen at the sight of his hand still holding mine. ''Sorry.''

''It's okay.'' His cheeks turn light pink probably just like my own at the moment. Why do I feel so shy? It's not the first time I'm talking with an officer.

''Lieutenant!'' A soldier wearing glasses joins us and once he spots me, his mouth slightly opens in wonder. Seems like he's forgotten what he had to say. Not sure what to do, I wave at him and grin nervously. ''Uh, sir, I have a question.''

''Not now, Stiles. Others might be waiting for us. Let's go!'' To my surprise, Turner grabs my wrist to take me along with them. ''You're going with me. It's not safe for you to be on your own.''

''Okay?'' Without hesitation I follow those two to the rest of their platoon at the CCP station, where are already many wounded men. The lieutenant sighs sadly and faces me with a faint smile on his dry lips. ''You can stay here. I'm gonna check on boys but it won't take long.'' 

Just as he is about to leave, a tall guy strides toward us, obviously not happy to see me here. "What the heck..."

''I'll explain it later, Pierson.'' 

''Turner, we can't take civilians with us!'' 

''Then should I leave her to die?!'' Turner's abrupt shout silences Pierson at once. Feeling a cold stare on my back and I know from whom, I break through the crowd to stay close to the only trustworthy here officer but I get lost after a few steps. Scouting around, I sit down on a crate near a young man with a serious wound on his stomach, who starts weirdly gawking at me. ''Am I in heaven?'' He tries to touch my face, seemingly to check if I'm his hallucination, but his vision gets more clear when Stiles leans over him, blocking so the view of me, to announce cheerfully: ''No, this is Normandy.''

''I'm sorry about him. I think I gave him too much morphine. If it was morphine...'' - says the blond man, sitting in front of me. ''By the way, I'm Daniels. And this is my friend, Zussman.''

''Daniels, you're not gonna introduce me?'' - interrupts him another soldier with a cigarette.

''Ah, and this is Aiello.''

''I saw you coming together with Turner. Are you his friend?'' - asks Aiello.

''Well, we have just met...'' I cough stiltedly, trying to avoid his further interrogation.

''Then why was he holding your hand?''

''Do you have a problem with something, private Aiello?'' It's Turner's voice. He returns in time to save me from those pestering questions.

''No, sir.'' 

''Then go back to your position. We have to move on but you, (Y/N), need to stay with medics. It's for your own safety.''

''I understand that you don't want to put me in danger but it would be better to take me with you guys. The thing is, I know well the surroundings over there.''

''Good that you know but we will manage on our own.'' - intervenes Pierson, standing in the middle of the gathering to push Turner away from me.

''And I have a map with the enemy's positions marked on it. Including their supplies.'' Proudly smirking, I take out my bargaining chip, showing it high in the air.

''Alright.''

''Turner, no.'' - growls annoyed Pierson but Turner ignores him.

I raise my eyebrow in amazement when he extends his hand to me. ''Please, give me your map.''

''I will, if you agree to my conditions.''

''I agree but under MY conditions.'' Closing the distance between us, he aims his shotgun at me.

''What are you doing?'' I frown at him, not moving an inch.

''You're under suspicion of cooperating with the enemy. That means I have to take you with us.'' 

''You don't trust me?''

''It's just...'' With his gun he lifts my chin to have a better look at my face. ''I need to keep a close eye on you, (Y/N).'' 

This is what I get when I start playing with fire. But this is just a beginning...