Call of Duty x reader

Zussman x Reader Part 2

Three years later
Paris, France

"ZUSSMAN!" (Y/N) screamed, trying to pull away from Pierson, eho held her back. Daniels quickly pushed a soldier off a jeep and chased after the truck that took Zussman. She couldn't lose Zussman. They lost Turner, she can't lose Zussman"

Shifting in her sleep, (Y/N) grabbed for Zussman, who wasn't there.  Waking up immediately, she looked around, seeing no sign of her fiancee. Quickly grabbing the pistol from under her pillow, she ventured around the house before heading to the kitchen, smelling the faint smell of bacon and pancakes...

"(Y/N)! You're awake. Good, I made breakfast so let's eat before leaving" Zussman says, smiling brightly as (Y/N) lowered the gun. After he was found, (Y/N) became protective of Zussman, making sure he wasn't hurt or triggered. But one small move can bring the flashbacks quicker than a nuclear bomb destorys a country fully. The night terrors they both had made them stronger, the bond growing. Smiling, (Y/N) couldn't wait for the day they get married.

"(Y/N)...you okay?" Zussman questioned, wrapping his arms around her waist.

"Yeah, I'm fine, love" (Y/N) whispered, walking them over to the table.

"Bonjour!" The flight attendant greeted happily, wheat blonde hair in curls and bright blue eyes shone with happiness. Zussman looked out the window and was amazed. France...France changed. It wasn't in ruins or quiet or filled with hanging bodies and blood and bullet shells. Buildings were built and it looked as evryone described it. Full of light and love. (Y/N) forced a smile and helped Zussman grab their suitcases and bags before leaving the plane. It was a newer, small plane that was pricey, but Zussman suggested they have their first real date in the city of love.

"You're lucky I agreed with you on this" (Y/N) said teasingly. Zussman rolled his eyes playfully and walked into the airport, smiling widely as he saw a familiar French woman. (Y/N) nodded and Zussman quickly ran over and pulled the woman into a tight hug.

"Camille!" Zussman exclaimed, noticing how their ally changed in three years. Her long hair was now cut below her shoulders, the ends in elegant curls. Her light brown eyes now bright and playful, unlike the dullness and worry they held three years ago.

"Robert, it's good to see you, yes? And that is (Y/N) over there, mon dieu, she's even more beautiful without all that dirt and blood on her. Mon petit frère, you better respect and love her with all your heart, or I'll be on your tail forever. Mon petit, don't be shy!" Rousseau says in a motherly tone. She embraced (Y/N) who hugged her back tightly, taking in the scent of the slighlty younger woman. The warm and love filled aura Rousseau had felt like she was hugging her mother again.

"Camille, how have you been?" (Y/N) asked, her and Zussman following the French woman. They caught up and mentioned the war, Rousseau owns a small French resturant and is currently writing a book about her view as a Resistance fighter. As the two women chatted, Zussman smiled and watched the bright smile on (Y/N)'s face. God, he was in love bad.

(Y/N) looked at the three dresses in front of her, brow raised and she studied the pieces of clothing she rarely wore. Rousseau was taking a sip of wine while writing down something in a black book, glasses resting on her nose.

"Your date is in an hour, oui? Need help?" Rousseau says, not looking up from her book. (Y/N) groaned, kicking the bed as she glared at the dresses.

"Why the hell is this hard? No, why do I feel like this date has to be perfect?! We usually had dinner at home or something along those lines" (Y/N) muttered angrily, crossing her amrs over her chest. Rousseau rolled her eyes and inspected the dresses. A navy blue one, a cherry red one, and a midnight black one. Looking at (Y/N)'s make up and hair, as well as her features, she stood up and grabbed the navy blue one.