After the World Has Fallen~ John Egan x Reader

The Perfect Ending to a War

Landing back at their home base felt like a vacation in itself. Swinging down from the cockpit, Buck helps Y/N back onto her feet, stabilizing her from the long flight back.

The Americans that they had found the other day brought them back with their squad. They had given Buck a plane to fly back which Y/N happily obliged to accompany him in. The trip felt longer than it was, the excitement making her lose track of time.

"Major and Y/N, welcome back."

And there was Crosby. He looked a little older than when the girl had last seen him, or more mature she should say. He held himself up high, contrasting the shyer man she had left. She had no doubt they were working him hard. It was apparent in his features and clean-cut hair.

"Crosby, they still got you at this dump?", Buck laughs, taking off his sunglasses and hooking them on the pocket of his pants.

"Sure do", he smiles, turning to Y/N who instantly wraps her arms around him, enveloping her friend in a hug to which he gladly returns.

"Major", Rosie greets, coming up to them not long after Crosby had.

"Rosie", Buck addresses back with the slight bow of his head.

The chorus of voices welcoming Buck back became louder as more and more men from the 100th came onto the tarmac. Y/N got the occasional short conversation, but the love for Buck made the girl smile. Though he wasn't as close to them as he is with Bucky, he knew almost everyone on base.

After the reunion on the landing strip, Crosby and Rosie had brought the two returning soldiers to their jeep that was parked not far from where they had landed.

There were multiple planes flying overhead, dropping what seemed to be packages onto the field that surrounded the base, rolling to a stop from the friction of the grass. There had to be over two hundred brown parcels being given to them, spiking curiosity in Y/N.

"What's this for?", she asks, motioning to the delivery site with her hand, leaning her side against the vehicle for support.

"The Dutch are starving to death", Rosie begins explaining. "So, the allies are dropping tons of food west and southwest of the Zuider Zee."

"Supposed to be a flak truce with the Germans", Crosby adds on. "So, no flaks or AA guns. So far, they have refused, but hell, we're flying anyway."

She smiles and nods her head in understanding. At least something good was happening after the war had ended. "That's great to hear."

Hopping into the jeep, Y/N takes a seat in the back with Buck while Rosie and Crosby take their seats in the front. The ride was quite for the most part, the occasional bickering arising between them, but the ride was short. They dropped Y/N off at her quarters first, waving goodbye and telling her they'd be back over later to give her a debrief on what's going to happen now that the war was over.

She opens her cabin door, the place looking exactly how she had left it but takes notice of how little dust there was around the place. Thank you, cleaners.

Y/N walks over to her window that was beside her bed, opening it fully to let the breeze intergrade into the room. She takes a deep inhale, flourishing in the smell that she had associated with home. Taking off her jacket and boots by the front door, she hangs her jacket on her coat rack and collapses onto her bed, rolling over on her back to face the ceiling. The exhaustion of what she had endured in her time away finally presenting itself, causing her eyes to feel heavy and her body feeling like it was melting into the comfort of her mattress. Her joints became weak as sleep pulled on her consciousness. She lets out a large yawn, her voice croaking with the gesture.