COD WW2 - ONE SHOTS (SLOW UPDATES)

(down)hill 493 - w. pierson x reader

November 14th, 1944

"We can't stay here longer, time's running out. We're taking on the hill, now," Pierson ordered his men, the few, who went with him when they separated back at the bridge, even though he was aware of it being the wrong decision. Turner would expect him to wait for him until they attacked the hill, together. But his mind was telling him something different. Execute the mission, take the hill. Mission comes first. It didn't take long for him to make this decision, accepting that Turner would scold him for being this stubborn again, but to him, it was worth it.

Aiello shook his head, sighing. He already foresaw this decision of his sergeant and was well prepared.

"Figures," he whispered and y/n turned her head, facing him, shrugging.

"You know him. He's like that."

"You mean reckless?"

"Determined."

"That's one way to put it. Remember Kasserine? He got our friends killed! How could you forget!" Aiello hissed, his face displayed utter disbelief.

Of course, y/n hadn't forgotten. In fact, she remembered every little second vividly. Seeing your friends die in front of you, their screams, the last glimpse they give you before you can see the last bit of life leaving their bodies is something you can't forget. Not in a few days, months, or a lifetime.

She shook her head.

"No, of course I haven't, Frank. Yes, he made a mistake, a massive one. But you know why he did it. He wanted to save them," she murmured.

"He could've saved some of them if he followed orders."

Y/n kept quiet. She had nothing to say against that, because she knew he was right. But she also knew, that back then, Pierson didn't know any better. He was only doing what he thought was right.

Before this tragic mission, Sergeant William Pierson was a whole different person. Optimistic, kind, always had an open ear. And for y/n, a shoulder to lean on. Of course, they didn't tell anyone, even though Pierson suspected Turner got wind of it at some point. But his best friend never said anything in that matter, so he let it go.

Now y/n's and Pierson's relationship was... complicated, to say the least, but still they haven't broken up. Pierson loved her, more than anything, yet he can't show it the way he used to. The way he wanted to. Too great was his fear of losing her because of a possible mistake from his side, and with that, losing himself. And she was okay with it. She knew how hard it was for him, so she never put any pressure on him. She was just there whenever he needed her and seeing a glimpse of his smile was all she wanted. As long as he didn't shut her out completely, she was fine.

"You got something to say, say it out loud, Aiello!" Pierson shouted, walking up dangerously close to him.

"Nothing, Sir. I just think we should wait for Turner."

"You're not getting paid to think. Just follow the order when I give it."

Y/n looked up to him, hoping to get his attention, hoping she could calm him down. Doing so, she also caught a glimpse of Aiello from the side of her eye.

His stare, his eyebrows slightly rising. He scoffed lightly. She knew exactly what he was thinking. And so did Pierson.

Ironic, coming from him.

Pierson's gaze finally caught hers, softening up a little before darting back to Aiello.

He squinted his eyes, scoffing. Then, he walked past him, of course not without bumping into him while doing so.