(Christmas special) Pierson x Reader
The sound of the blowing wind had woken you up from your nap that you had taken and it scared you a little. Ever since Turner's death things had not been well within the platoon. Everyone felt discouraged and as if their main hope and protector was gone. You hadn't been taking the the death of Turner well either as he had become a good friend to you. But, the main person who was affected by his death was Pierson, they had known each other for over six years and he had fallen into the deepest hole possible with this. You laid on your cot for a few moments until you noticed an object hanging off the ammo crate in your tent, it was Turner's old revolver. You shot up from the cot and ran to grab it. There was still blood on the grip from when Turner was shot, it has stained the brown color of the gun but you managed to remove it. Staring at the gun made you feel sad as it would never be able to be returned to its owner. But, it also was a way to remember Turner and that part made you feel a little better about the situation.
Ten minutes had gone by and you decided to check on everyone. You left your tent and walked toward the campfire where your friends Zussman and Daniels were. Once you made it there, you sat on a log and began a conversation with the group. "Merry Christmas (L/N)" Daniels said from across the fire. You looked at him confused and asked "what?" He shook his head and gave a small laugh "(L/N) it's Christmas Eve!" You just frowned and responded " oh damn I forgot that was today. It's not easy to remember special holidays when your in a war zone you know." He just laughed at your response and you all continued to have more conversations. Nearly thirty minutes had passed by and you were getting bored of just sitting around. You tilted your head and asked "where's Pierson?" Stiles who walked towards you replied "in his tent, drinking and moping around." You sat for a second then reached for you pocket and felt the gun poking out of it and you suddenly got an idea. "I feel bad for him to be honest. While he is an asshole he lost one of his greatest friends and I feel bad not trying to help, so I'm thinking about giving him Turner's old Revolver that I found" You said proudly. Zussman "gave a faint smile and said "(l/n) that's kind of you but I hope he's not an asshole and doesn't except it." You turned back towards him as you were walking off and said "won't know until I try."
The walk to Pierson's tent was very nerve racking. You didn't know how you were gonna do it and you were mostly afraid of his response, the only thing you could do now was pray everything would go okay. Once you finally arrived to his tent you slowly pulled back the curtain and said "hello Sergeant, I wanted to wish you a Merry Christmas and I brought you a gift.." he looked at you for a second and said " hmm Merry Christmas? There ain't nothing Merry about this shit. We are in some god forsaken forest in the middle of nowhere and you and the rest of your little friends will probably be dead by next week. So yeah Merry fucking Christmas!" You were shocked by what he said and at this point you didn't know what to say. He stared at you while taking a sip of whiskey from his flask and asked "why in the hell are you still here?" You had finally reached your limit. You slammed down the gun on a bar stool and yelled "you know I just came here to give you a gift, something that I thought would mean a lot to you since it was Turner's but in all honesty your a bastard! So enjoy your damn gift." After saying that he looks at you in shock with a blank face. You were too pissed to stay to hear what he had to say so ran out of his tent and back to yours. Once you got to the tent you went to your mirror and yelled at yourself "I swear to god (Y/n) this is what happens when you try to be nice to bitter people. It always ends up biting you in the ass!" You didn't know what else to do, you felt disrespected and and felt as if the holiday didn't matter anymore. So you decided that you just wanted to sleep this off and hope for a better day tomorrow.
As the sun shined through the opening of your tent, you began to open your eyes slowly and stretch. Once you had gotten up and dressed you left your tent and greeted all of your friends and wished them a marry Christmas. You were trying very hard not to think about last night but it was becoming difficult as you'd have to see him soon on your next mission, but at this point you were just trying to focus on making this day somewhat of a decent Christmas. After walking around for about five minutes you heard someone call your names you turned around and it was Pierson. Annoyed, you walk towards him and say "yes Sergeant." He had his face at the ground but slowly lifted it up and said "look I'm sorry about last night, that was very rude of me and I just wanted to say thank you for the gift and..." You looked at him confused and asked "and?" He reached his hand for his pocket and pulled out a very dark red rose. "I found this earlier this morning and it was so beautiful and it stood out be cause it was in the snow but didn't die or freeze. And well...it made me think of you." He said while smiling lightly, you gave him a cute smile and hugged him and whispered "Merry Christmas Pierson" he nestled his chin onto the top of your hair and gave you a forehead kiss and said softly "Merry Christmas"
