CrushxReader One-Shots

~Recon Mishap~

Y/n's POV

It was supposed to be just another recon mission; exactly like the other thousand of them we've done this month. A lovely pattern of trekking through the forest, praying my mosquito repellent works, and trying to pretend like I'm not sweating my eyes out. Except we got flanked, and gunfire started coming in quick and fast. Orders were to retreat, but that's kind of hard to do when the enemy is behind you and not in front of you. Somehow, I got separated from everyone in the mess of getting caught unprepared.

"L/n, how much ammo you have left?"

Well, at least I'm not alone. C/n C/l/n managed to get separated with me, which isn't super exciting given how he's not the best conversationalist, but he makes better company than a corpse– so there's that.

"Can't we go by first names? We're basically on a solo mission together, I think we've gotten close enough," I said.

He rolled his eyes, which prompted me to stick up the finger.

"I've got 1 left," I finally admitted.

He scoffed, "What the hell were you wasting your ammo on? We didn't have time to fire back and I know damn well you weren't covering anyone."

"This was supposed to be standard recon, we're not infantry! I decided to pack things I thought would be more useful."

He looked at me like I was insane, "Like what?"

I opened my pack to show its contents, "Let's just say, we're not gonna be starving any time soon. So my decision has saved our lives."

"You're fucking with me. Who's your Sergeant so I can request you get a psych eval?"

I sarcastically laughed off his shit joke before responding, "Look, we've just gotta worry about getting back to base, not about getting into any enemy fire."

There was a moment of silence before I set my pack down and turned to him with my arms crossed,

"How much ammunition do you have?"

C/n's grouchy expression deepened, "I've got 5 more magazines than you 'cause I follow protocol."

"Well, there we go," I stated sarcastically, "I handle the food, you handle the nonexistent enemies."

Okay so yes, it was maybe a bit dumb of me to only pack one extra magazine. In reality, I usually bring five, but I must've been too busy worrying about my food bars and jerky sticks to make sure I actually had four magazines stowed. But I'm not admitting that to that egotistical jackass so we're just gonna pretend I made a valid, rational decision.

"It's already too dark out, we're gonna have to find shelter so we can head back in the morning when they send out the next unit," C/n explained.

Nodding my head in agreement, we quickly started making our way Southeast toward a cave we'd passed by earlier when we were with our squad.

"I think it's safe enough to start a fire," I suggested after we laid out some of our things.

"Let's wait one more hour to be sure," he replied.

After looking over our little 'campsite,' I frowned at seeing C/n's empty pack and yet no sign of his sleeping bag.

"Where's your sleeping bag?"

He continued setting up a fire and avoiding eye contact, "Don't have it."

"HUH? You were just clowning me for not following protocol and you're telling me you forgot you're SLEEPING BAG?!" I shouted at him.

His face jerked up at me to shoot me a glare, "Guess I'm on the same level of stupid as you."

I threw my empty wrapper at him before looking out at the dark, night sky. We're currently in a deciduous forest during the winter, and while it can get very hot during the day, temperatures can drop as low as -30 degrees Celsius (-22 degrees Fahrenheit) during the night.