One after the other, they shrug. Zuss is the last to do so, rising his head to meet your concerned gaze. You hadn't seen him in a long while, and by now the sun has long disappeared behind the horizon, throwing shadows across Aachen's ruins.
"Have you asked Sarge yet?"
You really didn't want to. He was one of the few who actually knew of your relationship with the Lieutenant, and you knew he still deems it as upmost inappropriate. Despite his feelings however, and the— at times, heated relationship the two men had, you're surprised Pierson hasn't told anyone yet.
Anyone being Colonel Davis or higher, that is.
It'd be devastating. You're sure if the old Colonel would find out, it would be over for the two of you. There's no place for love on a battlefield, especially when one of both is the platoon's leader. Love leads to weakness. And weakness is fatal in war. You'd be the first to be replaced or maybe, entirely thrown out the army. Neglection of duty, maybe. The army always finds ways.
Swallowing hard, you contemplate between sitting down next to the boys or pestering Sergeant Hardass with your question. You do wonder where Turner's run off to. Usually he sits in his tent, scheming and preparing. Ever since you waltzed into Aachen, he's always been close by, only a room or two away.
Since the platoon is holed up together closely, you saw one another accordingly much— yet, had no chance to express any feelings. You talk a lot. Though, no affectionate words, no hugs and no kisses. As much as you desired to. That the two of you are dating needed to be kept a secret at all costs.
Even at the cost of your relationship?
You shudder at the thought.
When you reminiscent of the time you two had spent, you know there is no other man that can ever fill the space such as he can. He is romantic. He loves fast and hard, unlike anyone you'd ever had the pleasure meeting. He is as kind as he is passionate. He's incredible, really. Thinking of him always makes a smile grace your lips.
Ad maybe that's exactly the reminder you needed.
"Ah, fuck it."
Instead of joining the boys, you stride past them with confident steps. Of course that confidence evaporates as soon as you round the room's corner, and you take notice of the man you're looking for. Pierson stands with his back against the wall, gun leaning beside him. His eyes are shut tight, both his arms crossed infront of his chest.
