Origins Crew x Reader Oneshots/Preferences

(Tank Dempsey x Reader)

Your eyes were fixed on the 4 figures that stood infront of you. The Japanese, The Russian, The German and that American. However, you weren't here to dally.

You were previously instructed to investigate the enemy base to see what weaponary the Germans had. You are in the (Your Country) Army as a spy, you aren't really war material and would much rather work behind the scenes. This was a risky job but you took it, mainly because no one else was daring to set foot in German territory. You were sent with little supplies but enough to last you for a while. You had a handgun on you incase things got really bad.

And that part came true.

You were supposed to be in and out quickly if supposedly you had survived, but now a new threat poses. When you arrived at the facility it was overrun by swarms of the...undead?.

Although you still weren't war material, that sure as hell changed quickly. The hordes soon led you into a room which is where you are now. Enclosed with the 4 men which are in front of you.

You all exchanged glances, but never once talking. You analysed each man without making it too obvious. You had your gun in hands, switching aim between the four. You were slightly shaking since you weren't used to this kind of suspension. You decided it was about time to get some talk happening, but before you could speak a herd of zombies outside began groaning. You all turned around almost synchronized and mentally prepared for a battle.

Suddenly you heard a loud sound from above. You looked up and gasped. A large piece of machinery looked down through the fallen ceiling and then lifted a foot.

The 4 men quickly acted, but you were frozen in shock and fear. The machine was about to stomp down and you quickly came to your senses. But before you could make a run for it a strong pair of arms grabbed you and pulled you out of the building, with mere seconds to spare as the 'Giant' stepped down onto the building and caved in the roof further.

With heavy panting you scrambled to grab your gun which had fallen from your hands as one of the men pulled you out. You turned around and examined the situation. You saw all 4 men fighting off the horde as you sat there to gather your thoughts. Who saved you? Why would they save you?

Of course, you were thankful. Just confused.

"You might want to put that gun to use" a thick Russian accent commented from in front of you, looking at you from the corner of his eye.

"Oh..right" you breathlessly said. You were'nt exactly an experienced shooter but you had to give it your all. You took your handgun and stood up. You aimed carefully at one of the zombies, took a deep breath, and shot. You hit its chest, so you took another shot and hit it directly in the head.

You still had so many questions. Most relating to how the zombies are here and what relation do the Germans have to them. But those had to be pushed aside as you joined the 4 men in fending from the hordes.

You were doing just fine, but the American man seemed like he was defending you. You could tell this was the case as he was very close and standing infront of you and killing most of the undead for you. You dismissed it and shoved past him to prove you were just fine by yourself.

You glanced at the American. You locked eyes for just a moment before he looked away. You took the time to examine him a little more. He took notice to this observation and smirked, probably about to make some half-assed flirtatious comment, but before he even thought about something to say he jumped forward, pushing you back, and clubbed a zombie in the head with the handle of his gun and shot it in the mouth.

You admired his skills for a moment before springing up and confronting him.

"Thanks.." you simply said.