Call Of Duty Oneshots

Bad Dreams-Pierson

The clouds gathered in the evening sky, daylight slowly becoming snuffed out by the dark veil they brought on. You were hoping it would rain. The sweat and dirt from the day's fight stuck to your face as you let your sore tired body fall back against the jeep that sat in the middle of the camp your unit had just set up. From here you could hang back without being in the way of your superiors. The perfect position to observe the one thing that made you feel weaker than you already felt. Pierson. A man among men.

You don't know why you wanted him or why he made you feel like a school girl. Maybe the time away from home and the lack of companionship was to blame. Maybe it was the way he took charge of a situation and flaunted his masculinity. Or maybe you just saw something wonderful in him. You wanted to love him you knew that much. He wasn't perfect, but who was? He was perfect to you. Your eyes scanned the area for him, but he was nowhere in sight. You shrug and shift your attention to the guys gathered in a small circle bullshitting like men do.

"You shoulda seen me out there!" Aiello boasts "Krauts didn't stand a chance." You let out a small laugh and close your eyes. Today was just another day hard at work and you were relieved to be able to rest. Just as you got comfortable someone walked up to you.
"Yes?" You open your eyes to a smiling Daniels.
"Hey Y/N, Turner wants to talk to us. Just thought I'd come get ya."
"So much for a nap." He laughs and starts to turn around before you stop him. "Hey!" You lift up your hand "Help me up?"
Still smiling he grabs it and yanks you off the ground with such strength making you stumble into him. "Didn't expect you to be so lite." He laughs as you punch his arm and head over to the others.

"Alright team, I need a volunteer to scout the area for remaining Krauts with Sergeant Pierson. I know we've just established camp, but we need a thorough sweep if we're gonna keep this perimeter secure for the night." Pierson was standing right behind Turner and you swore he was watching you. Your heart felt like it was about to leap right out of your chest at that point. Your face burned and you prayed it wasn't noticeably red. Turner pauses and scans your faces before his eyes lock on you. Shit of course.

"Private Y/L/N, why don't you go? I've seen what you can do out there. You're best skill is stealth after all." He wasn't wrong. You were sent to the Bloody 1st because of your top notch stealth and marksmanship. Turner always had you covering with sniper support because of how talented you were. It gave you a sense of pride knowing you were good enough to be apart of this band of soldiers.
"Turner I don-" Pierson tries to protest before Turner cuts him off.
"Grab your equipment and hurry. You only have a couple hours of daylight left." You nod as Turner walks away with an obviously angry Pierson right behind him.

You grabbed your supplies and waited for Pierson at the edge of the tree line. You didn't notice him approach as you were checking over your weapon. He cleared his throat startling you. Pierson raised a brow before rolling his eyes.
"Let's just get this over with." You could hear the annoyance in his voice.

————Time Skip————

You had been walking for hours now the little bit of light from the sun had faded away. Pierson had decided that you had enough time to go investigate a structure a few miles from the camp though you had tried to protest noting that night was approaching. He was convinced he knew better however and off you went further away from camp. Now it was pitch black and navigating in the dark without knowing who or what was out there was suicide. Fortunately the structure Pierson had led you to was an old cabin left untouched since the start of the war.

"God damn it!" Pierson sighed in a fit of frustration. "Looks like we're spending the night here." You were way ahead of him making yourself comfortable. Setting your pack on the floor before removing your jacket you let out a small whine. Though it was cold your muscles were hot and sore from the walk. Pierson couldn't help himself as his eyes soon studied you. Your small form looked so delicate yet he knew otherwise.