Band of Brothers Preferences and Imagines

Ronald Speirs Imagine #6

   It was dark. So dark and quiet. His boots crunched down on small sticks and dried leaves as his body weight pressed down on them. His hands were clammy as he walked through the forest. The quiet was eerie, there wasn't a peep. No birds chirping, no leaves in the trees rustling from the wind. Just the sound of Ronald's own breathing and the sounds of his steps on the forest floor. He pressed his lips into a thin line as he was making sure to be alert, his eyes traveling everywhere. Looking between the trees, up into the trees, peering behind him to make sure no one was following him. He sighed and just kept walking.

   He looked down, his service uniform looking brand new. Like the day they first wore them back in Camp Toccoa all those years ago. Ronald looked down at his hands. They were clean. no dirt beneath his nails, now callouses, no dried blood or blood stains. He smelt fresh, his hair soft and not greasy. His helmet had no dents or chipped paint. His boots still shiny and new. His eyebrows knotted in confusion as he kept examining himself. Only to be yanked from his thoughts and observing from a woman's laugh that rang from all around him.

  "What the hell?" he muttered as he spun around. Trying to link the laugh to the woman. Knowing he wasn't crazy and the fact that he did in fact here a laugh. Ronald's hand went down to his pocket, trying to feel for the combat knife that he always carried. Only to realize it wasn't there. Her grumbled as he slowly turned back around. Jumping when his eyes met with a woman standing about twenty feet in front of him. Her hair long and the wind blowing it hard to the right. She had on a dirty service uniform. Blood, dirt, and mud clearly caked all over it. Her boots worn out, and her helmet littered with dents. But, her face clean. Her skin clear like porcelain. Ronald was just a few feet to far from really getting a good look at her face to see who the mystery woman was. A harsh and cold breeze hit, a hard shiver rushing down the back of the male's  neck and spine. The laugh was heard once more. This time much louder. He could see the smile form on the female soldier in front of him. 

  "Hey! Who the hell are you? And where the hell are we?" Ronald called out. Taking a few steps forward, trying to get a clearer view of the woman's face. It was her eyes that caught his attention first, then her nose, then her lips, then the rosy color that flushed her cheeks and the tip of her nose. Her face all too familiar. A small smile growing on Ronald's lips. "Y/N! Is that you?" he called out once more. A strange feeling of the fact that his voice just went out into nothingness. The woman smiled, turning and taking off into the forest. Running deeper within it. Ronald chuckled slightly. "Fine Y/N, if you want me to chase you, It'll be just like old times!" 

   Ronald followed pursuit of the woman. Brushing past the branches and the leaves. Wind rushing in his face and his hair, his eyes stinging with tears as he sped up. The female Paratrooper who he made clear that it was in fact his love. But, the view of the running woman quickly disappeared into the depths of the thick forests. The officer huffed and pressed on farther. Pushing his legs harder to run faster. 

   A clearing in the trees was spotted, and Ronald sprinted as fast and as he could possibly could go. Knowing that his woman could be there on the other side. But as he ran through the clearing, he came to a hard and short stop. Realizing that right outside of the clearing, was a large drop. A cliff point was in front of him. And the woman was there standing on the very edge. Peering out at the scenery below and around. Ronald stood, trying to catch his breath. Walking forward and looking over the lip, seeing the drop the plummeted down. His breath hitched slightly as he stepped back, his eyes going back to the woman standing at the cliff point.   

  "Y/N, doll it's me. Ronald. Turn around," he spoke. His focus was grabbed by a led liquid drop down from the tips of her fingers. Falling down into the abyss that was hundreds of feet below the two. He stood up straight. "Y/N?" the woman turned around slowly. The face was hers. The body was hers. The uniform was hers. But it wasn't her. Blood now splattered onto her face. Fresh bullet holds littered her stomach and chest. Fresh blood dripped and soaked her uniform. Ronald's heart stopped for a moment as her eyes were so blank. No expression. No feelings. No emotions. Just an empty void. Her skin pale and looked lifeless. She went to speak. No words. Just a small gurgle. And follows by it was copious amounts of blood began to spill out of her mouth. Spilling down her chin and slipping down her uniform. Hitting the rock in front of her. Tears welled in her eyes as a few confused sob left his lips as he just watched in utter terror. The sound of his heart beating, sounding like it would beat out of his chest at any moment, pounding in his ears. He dropped down to his knees.