agent [ reader x zussman ]

• ii •

For a moment, you almost expect to hear the robins chirping outside of your window. For a moment, you can almost feel the soft linen of your own bed beneath your fingers. For a moment, you are home.

The rumble of tanks and the sound of bullets ringing through the air pulls you back to reality. The sun peaks in through a small gap in the tent's flaps, the warm rays washing over you and bathing you in warmness. You stretch your arms above your head, your spine crackling quietly in response. Swinging your legs over the edge of the cot, you re-tie the laces on your combat boots and stand up. You comb your fingers through your curls before heading out into the world around you.

Your bag is slung over your shoulder and attached to your hip with an additional strap, making walking and running easier. You spot Pierson and Turner in the command tent, running their fingers over a map of Marigny and discussing the plan of attack. You head over to the tent and step inside.

"G'morning, gentlemen." You greet, leaning against the table with your hands. Pierson nods hello but doesn't lift his gaze from the map. Turner, on the other hand, looks up to meet your gaze.

"Ah, you must be Lieutenant L/N from the S.O.E. A pleasure to finally meet you." Turner offers, shaking your hand firmly. "I assume you'll be joining us for the operation?" He asks, crossing his muscular arms over his chest. You give a firm nod.

"Damn right, I can't let you Yankees have all the fun." You tease. You pat the pistol against your thigh. "I'm more than equipped to join you, and England's a little far to travel back." You add, leaning up against one of the poles inside the tent. Turner smiles slightly.

"Well, I'm glad to have you on our side. We'll be heading out in a few, you'll be in my squad, so you'd better go get what you need before we head out." Turner explains. With a nod, you head out of the tent.

You grab a quick bite to eat from the ration tent and make sure all of your papers are in order. Then, you spot the men from the day before standing by the tanks. You decide to head over and say hello before everyone heads out.

As you're walking over you see another man, one you hadn't seen the day before, lifting up his shirt and pointing to a long wound on his abdomen. It's still pink and, in looking at the bruising around the scar, fresh. It isn't fully healed yet.

"Nice gash," You note, walking over and leaning against the side of the tank. The man drops his shirt and looks over at you. His green eyes looks you up and down before he grins.

"Well, you must be the gal that stole my bed last night." The man chuckles, tucking the hem of his shirt back into his olive pants. You pause for a moment. You stole his bed? How would you have stolen his bed if he wasn't even here?

"I beg your pardon?" You question, looking up at the taller man in confusion. "How exactly would I be able to steal someone's bed who wasn't even present at the time? I would have remembered seeing you hanging around." You add, crossing your arms over your chest. You could tell that this guy is likely joking, but you like to be on your guard just in case. The man smirks.

"Oh, I would have remembered seeing you, too." He flirts before Aiello smacks him lightly in the back of the head. The man growls slightly and rubs the spot of infliction. "Hey man, I was only joking!" He laughs, shaking his head slightly.

Daniels laughs along and shakes his head. "Y/N, this is Zussman." He introduces before leaning down to whisper in your ear, "Don't worry, I hated him at first, too."

You giggle at Daniels' remark. "A pleasure to meet you, Zussman. I'm Lieutenant Y/N L/N of the British S.O.E." You introduce yourself with a quick nod. Zussman holds his hand out to you. You take his hand and shake it, not surprised at the rough and calloused skin that greets yours.