"Mrs. Y/N?", a bright flashlight was shown in her face, waking her up out of her peaceful slumber. She rubs my eyes, trying to adjust to the blinding luminescent coming in her direction.
"Yeah?", she says in a groggy voice.
"The captain wants you on the mission today as a flight nurse ma'am", the soldier explains.
"Alright, I'll be out soon."
The man nods and walks out of her cabin leaving her alone to get ready. She throws her blankets off her body exposing herself to the cool air of the early morning. A shiver runs down her spine when she sits up. She reaches into her dresser, pulling out her fleece-lined uniform, slipping it onto her body. After putting on her boots and tying up her hair, she heads to the front door grabbing her black jacket with the bright red cross on the sleeve.
The fresh morning air hits her nose as she's walking down the path to the captains office. Looking around, she can see all the annoyed looks on the pilot's faces, not wanting to be disturbed during their sleep for missions. The things you have to put up with for war.
She knocks on the captains office door, hearing a muffled 'come in' from the other side. She twists the doorknob, walking inside and closing the door behind her.
"Good morning captain", she greets with a slight bow of her head.
"Ah, Y/N, so glad you're going on the mission today."
"Is it more dangerous than the others, sir? It is quite rare that you do call me in for the flight nurse position."
"Well, not exactly. Every mission is dangerous, though the one filling the position left on maternity leave, so you'll be covering for her quite frequently."
"I understand, sir."
"Shall we go greet the boys?"
She smiles, "We shall."
He nods and stands up, brushing off his uniform and heads out the door. Y/N follows right behind him as they make their way to the conference room.
"Ah-ten, hut!", the captain calls out once they're in the room. Like clockwork, everyman sitting down, stands up with no hesitation, conversations muted, bodies tense, awaiting their next instructions.
"At ease, gentlemen", he calls out once more, walking down the aisle between chairs. Y/N's about three feet behind him, mirroring his steps. Once they're at the front of the group, she takes a stand beside one of the chalkboards, looking over all the faces in front of her.
"Good morning, men", the captain says.
"Good morning sir", every man said in unison.
"The 100th will be leading the wing on today's mission."
The pilots and crew cheer out, enjoying being in the lead.
"Major Egan will be the wing's command pilot in Blakely's fort, and Y/N will be our flight nurse."
She hears a chorus of whistles passed through the group making her chuckle and shake her head. Lets just say most of the squad fancied her in one way or another. The immaturity of it all was what made it funny.
YOU ARE READING
After The World Has Fallen ~ John Egan x Reader
AkčníY/N was seen many times around the 100th bombers base. She was wherever the team needed her: in the clinic, making breakfast, helping with papers and on some occasions, a flight nurse. She was fun and playful, always joking around with those she kne...
