Band of Brothers Preferences and Imagines

Floyd Talbert Imagine #4

  "Staff Sergeant L/N, Talbert, Martin, Shifty, and Liebgott! Front and center!" Speirs boomed, crossing his arms as he stood next to Winters. All the Paratrooper's whose name was listed popped their heads up. Scrambling upwards and jogging over to the two officers. Standing at attention, awaiting to hear what they were called for. Winters folded his hands behind his back and five Paratroopers that stood in front of him.

  "You men, and lady are going on a Patrol. Captain Speirs is going to lead it. But, there is one thing," The superior officer's eyes landed on the female and leveled in on her. She gulped slightly. "L/N, since you are the smallest and one of the quickest, you are going to edge your way into the main house. Your skills of stealth, agility, and hand to hand combat through the years had shown your able to do this piece of the mission. We need you to get in and out with information needed as quiet as possible. Not alerting any other Germans outside of that house. The rest of the men will be held back about thirty yards away, making sure that in case of any emergency, they have you six.

  The woman swallowed, never really having this dangerous or valuable. She pressed her lips together and nodded. "Yes, sir. I won't disappoint," she answered, smiling slightly. She would be lying that even the idea of doing this patrol by herself shot adrenaline through her body. The two officers looked at each other for a moment, nodding before looking back at the troopers lined in front of them.

  "Dismissed."

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  Y/N along with the other men were getting themselves ready for the patrol that was set for the night. Talbert walked up from behind her, peering over her shoulder. Watching as she loaded her sidearm and was busy sharpening her knife. He began fiddling with his bottom lip as the anxiety of having her go in a building filled with Krauts in a town that was considered fully hostile. He fiddled, pinched, and pulled his bottom lip. 

  "Y/N you aren't actually going to go through with right?" Floyd asked as he chuckled nervously. The female trooper turned and her eyebrows knotted, confused on why he may ask that. He bit his bottom lip and pulled off his helmet for a second. His sweat filled hair flopping town and sticking to his forehead. "It's practically a suicide mission, doll."

 Y/N could hear the edge in his voice, but orders were orders. And she knew that Winters was a smart man, and she believed greatly in her skills that she could complete the mission. She sighed and rested her weight on her left foot. Placing down her side arm and her knife on the small table that sat behind her. The woman crossed her arms. "Orders are orders, Tab. I can do this mission. You heard Winters, he believes I can do it.I haven't seen one plan of that man's ever fail. I can do this," she answered, faith and strength in her voice. Floyd sighed and went back to  fidgeting with lips. Y/N noticed this behavior that he did whenever he was focused, deep in thought, or extremely nervous. She took a step forward and placed a hand on his cheek. Using the other hand to lower his hand that was connected to his lip down to his side. His slight stubble scratching at the inside of her palm. Floyd took a deep breath and stared at his lover. 

  "Floyd, I got this. I promise you I'll make it out of there fine and dandy," she smiled. Floyd smiled down at her, feeling his anxiety only melt away slightly. Not fully. But he believed in Y/N, more than anything. Y/N pressed her lips against Floyd's softly before reached down and holding his hand softly. Pulling away to happily see Floyd's goofy grin. "Now, wanna go make out for a bit before we have to head out?" she asked, giggling slightly. Already pulling him along to their bunking area. 

  "Of course I do! What kind of question is that?"

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