Love You Till The End (Robert Zussman x Reader)

37 - Y/N L/N

August 20, 1944
Near Argentan, France

Our time to rest was now coming to an end. As Zussman, Daniels, and I unloaded a supply truck, we waited to hear what our new mission was going to be. The only thing we knew so far was that we're going to be teaming up with the SOE--British Special Forces. We hadn't really fought alongside the Brits much since I've been in service, so I felt it was going to be interesting working with them.

What's important to me right now is that I'm feeling better enough to get back into combat. My wound still feels sore, but it's slowly going away, allowing me to move a lot more comfortably. That doesn't stop Zussman from trying to help me though and if it wasn't for everyone else getting ready for our upcoming mission, they'd probably tease him about it since our secret is out.

"Sorry to be a pain in the ass, but I'm gonna have to take that from you. Let's not hurt that wound of yours," Zuss said, smiling at me as he took a big box out of my arms that I had just unloaded. I noticed he looked anxious the whole time we had been unloading the supply truck, so I decided to just unload the small things to not drive him nuts.

"Somethin' big's happenin'," Daniels suddenly said with a sigh. He was looking anxious as well, but for a different reason; We all had a feeling that we'd be fighting Krauts again pretty soon.

"Gotta be. Davis is here," Zuss said, looking over at Colonel Davis as he continued to unload the truck.

The Colonel was walking with Turner and Pierson, probably explaining our mission to them. I felt myself becoming nauseous as I looked at them, so I went back to unloading the supply truck, trying to get myself to stop wondering about what was to come soon.

The fighting that happened back in Marigny left us all pretty shaken up. It's scary thinking about how close we all almost lost our lives. We experience that all the time, but it's not really something we get used to. It's more so something we just have to learn to accept. We all don't know how long we have today, tomorrow, or the day after that. That's just the way it is.

All of a sudden, a couple of jeeps pulled up. I watched as a man and a woman jumped out of one of them and started walking towards Turner, Pierson, and Davis. I'd never seen them around before, but I couldn't help but feel quite intrigued to see another woman around. She was wearing simple army attire: a coat, pants, and boots, similar to what the man she had arrived with was wearing. The only difference was their uniforms weren't a dark green like ours, but instead more so of a tan color which was odd. The woman was resting a gun on her shoulder as she talked to Turner and Pierson which made me think she was going to be joining us in combat.

"Who the hell are they?" Zussman asked.

"I'm gonna guess they're with the SOE," I answered.

* * *

"Reminds me of the time we parachuted into Vercor," the woman said as we crept closer to our target, "Ambushed that Gestapo* patrol."

"You're just an old romantic," the man joked. Just hearing what the woman had said made me think that she and the man had sure done a lot to try and stop the Germans.

Their names are Crowley and Vivian. Turns out I had been right about them. They're both members of the SOE. Their different colored uniforms made a whole lot more sense once we heard their strong British accents.

When I was introduced to them, they both looked very surprised to see me there, especially Vivian. She and I had a chance to talk when we were getting ready to set off for our mission and she had a lot of questions for me, mainly about how I managed to join the Army. She explained how she and a few other women had gotten lucky enough to be allowed to join the SOE. She had heard of the Soviet Union allowing women to become snipers, but she didn't think she'd ever find an American woman in the United States' armed forces. She didn't think the US would allow something like that and she apologized in case she offended me, but there was nothing to be offended about. I still find the fact I'm in the Army hard to believe myself.