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CODWWII Text Meme
There are barely CODWWII meme + I have spare time at work + I need to post this now so I can repost it to our small CODWWII community so.... there you have it!
#call of duty#cod#cod mw2#cod wwii#cod ww2#cod meme#text meme#robert zussman#ronald red daniels#frank aiello#william pierson#drew stiles#arthur crowley#Camille “Rousseau” Denis#commander davis#cod world war 2#world war ii#world war 2#red daniels#ronald daniels#call of duty world war2#call of duty world war 2
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Cod WW2 men ❤️
#call of duty#cod#call of duty ww2#call of duty world war 2#robert zussman#Frank Aiello#drew stiles#ronald red daniels
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Bad Habits
***Essentially head-cannons of the boys’ bad habits. In case you were wondering, yes, I use these to write my fanfics. It makes a world of difference. Also I am literally Stiles.***
Aiello
*Horrible road rage. If he gets cut off in traffic he’s yelling out the window at them about what a horrible driver they are and how they need their license suspended.
*Has the worst foul mouth you’ve ever seen. He stubs his toe and out comes a long string of curse words that would make even a sailor blush. Accidentally taught his five-year-old nephew to curse like that.
*Leaves shoes and crap all over the floor because he doesn’t feel like picking it up.
*So very, very nosy. Goes through everyone’s things and tries to act innocent when they find out. Often read his sisters’ journals when he was younger and they slapped him for it.
* A perfectionist to a fault. If he doesn’t do it right the first time he rage quits and practically has a tantrum over it. Has a hard time picking up new things because of it.
Zussman
* Has a pile of dishes in his room from various midnight snacks. His mom yells at him because he’s the reason she can never find more that two plates at meal times.
*Falls down the stairs at least once a week because he takes them two at a time. Has amassed numerous sprained ankles/wrists and a couple broken fingers like that.
* Runs in the house with socks on and slips and falls on the hardwood floors. Very clumsy young man.
* Can’t sit still for anything. Got in trouble for it often as a kid. Most likely has adhd.
*Tends to buy unnecessary items because he thinks they look cool then never uses them.
Stiles
*Tends to neglect basic life stuff (eating, hygiene, cleaning, ect) in favor of hyper-focusing on his hobbies.
*Eats raw cookie dough/cake batter because his sweet tooth tells him to. Has had to go to the hospital for salmonella because of this countless times.
*So awkward with girls. He tries to flirt and says something creepy then makes it worse when he tries to backtrack and fix it.
*Info dumping random information on people who never asked for it in the first place.
*Collects hobbies like they’re going out of style (see what I did there 😉?) but only actively does, like, three of them.
*Collects sweater vests and never wears them.
Daniels
*Bites his tongue while eating on a regular basis.
*Lets Hazel pick out his clothes because he doesn’t know how to match.
*Flops around like a fish out of water trying to get comfortable in bed at night. It irritates Hazel to no end.
*Won’t go in the attic because “There are spiders up there.” This guy fought in a war and he’s terrified of spiders.
*Isnt allowed to do laundry because he always manages to screw it up somehow (whites turn pink, stretches out knit sweaters, loses baby socks, ect)
#cod#cod ww2#cod wwii#drew stiles#frank aiello#joseph turner#red daniels#robert zussman#william pierson#call of duty fandom#call of duty fanfic#call of duty ww2#call of duty wwii#call of duty#call of duty fic
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Just imagine the WW2 gang sharing a house or apartment in present era.
(New story idea???)
#call of duty#cod ww2#1st infantry division#robert zussman#ronald red daniels#william pierson#joseph turner#frank aiello#drew stiles
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last night I had a dream that I was playing Call of Duty WW2 and it was completely normal except Daniels could romance Zussman, Aiello, Stiles, Pierson, or Turner, and that was how you got the bonuses that those characters give you (like Zussman’s med kits, Turner’s ammo, etc). And if you kissed them there were quicktime events and if you failed your relationship with them would go down and/or they’d hate you.
Probably the strangest dream I’ve ever had but ngl kinda wish it was real
#call of duty#cod ww2#ronald ‘red’ daniels#robert zussman#drew stiles#frank aiello#joseph turner#william pierson#dreams#yapping
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Call of Duty WW2 masterlist
Match-up:
Nothing yet
Preferences:
Nothing yet
Ronald “Red” Daniels
Imagine:
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Hcs:
Daniels Red x chubby fem!reader
Alphabet:
Nothing yet
Robert Zussman
Imagine:
Nothing yet
Hcs:
Nothing yet
Smut:
Nothing yet
Alphabet:
Nothing yet
William Pierson
Imagine:
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Hcs:
Nothing yet
Smut:
Nothing yet
Alphabet:
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Joseph Turner
Imagine:
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Hcs:
Nothing yet
Alphabet:
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Frank Aiello
Imagine:
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Hcs:
Nothing yet
Smut:
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Alphabet:
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Olivia Durant
Imagine:
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Hcs:
Nothing yet
Smut:
Nothing yet
Alphabet:
Nothing yet
Marie Fischer
Imagine:
Nothing yet
Hcs:
Nothing yet
Smut:
Nothing yet
Alphabet:
Nothing yet
Vivian Harris
Imagine:
Nothing yet
Hcs:
Nothing yet
Smut:
Nothing yet
Alphabet:
Nothing yet
#headcanons#matchups#preferences#imagine#alphabet#vivian harris#vivian harris x reader#marie fischer#marie fischer x reader#olivia durant#olivia durant x reader#frank aiello#frank aiello x reader#joseph turner#joseph turner x reader#william pierson#william pierson x reader#robert zussman#robert zussman x reader#ronald daniels#red daniels#red daniels x reader#call of duty#call of duty ww2
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Feeling like I'm in a mine because I'm DIGGING for some cod ghosts or cod ww2 conent
#guys pls#i need more of them#call of duty#cod ghosts#call of duty ghosts#cod hesh#cod logan#cod keegan#cod merrick#cod ajax#cod elias#call of duty ww2#cod wwii#cod ww2#red daniels#cod daniels#robert zussman#frank aiello#drew stiles#william pierson#joseph turner#cod fandom#cod community
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Cod ww2 as cat breeds
By chat gpt
Here’s a breakdown of which cat breed each Call of Duty: WWII character might be based on their personalities and traits:
1. Daniels – Maine Coon
Loyal, reliable, and versatile, just like this gentle giant of the cat world.
2. Zussman – Siamese
Playful, vocal, and always ready to engage, with a touch of charm.
3. Aiello – American Shorthair
Down-to-earth, adaptable, and classic, with a sense of humor.
4. Stiles – Scottish Fold
Friendly, quirky, and laid-back, with a unique personality that stands out.
5. Turner – Norwegian Forest Cat
Noble, protective, and steady, like this regal and dependable breed.
6. Pierson – Bengal
Intense, fierce, and energetic, with a wild side but deep loyalty.
7. Perez – Ragdoll
Calm, comforting, and trustworthy, a perfect support figure.
8. Vivian – Russian Blue
Graceful, intelligent, and quietly confident, with an air of mystery.
9. Crowley – British Shorthair
Sophisticated, composed, and calculating, yet with a warm undertone.
10. Howard – Tabby (Domestic Cat)
Approachable, friendly, and easygoing, with an everyman vibe.
11. Rousseau – Abyssinian
Bold, independent, and resourceful, with a striking and adventurous nature.
#call of duty#cod ww2#cod wwii#william pierson#joseph turner#drew stiles#robert zussman#red daniels#frank aiello
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Request for Glendy Lucas
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Call of Duty World War II + Textpost (Part II)
Yess all from Collateral Damage chapter
#call of duty#cod wwii#cod ww2#cod#call of duty textpost#cod textpost#text meme#cod meme#ronald red daniels#robert zussman#zussman#frank aiello#drew stiles#joseph turner#william pierson
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✦ . ⁺ . ✦ . ⁺ . ✦ ✦ . ⁺ . ✦ . ⁺ . ✦
No way I’m only finding this out just now.
This made my day, it’s such a red thing to do too.
I like to believe that the whole squad has some way of honoring Turner🤍
#cod spoilers#cod#cod fandom#cod wwii#cod ww2#joseph turner#drew stiles#ronald red daniels#robert zussman#frank aiello#william pierson
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Because the story I was writing was deleted courtesy of my parrot (apparently bird tongues work on tablet screens), I leave you with whatever this is:
I can’t be the only one who thinks Rafe Adler from Uncharted 4 looks extremely similar to Zussman from COD WW2. This means it’s conspiracy theory time!
Zussman is between 21-23 during the events of COD WW2, so still very young. Rafe Adler is somewhere in his 30’s during the events of Uncharted 4, which is set in 2016. For the sake of this theory, we’ll go with about 35.
Let’s say Zuss got married at 25 in 1947, and had a daughter (let’s call her Lisa) in 1950. If Rafe is 35 in the events of Uncharted, that would place his birthday sometime in 1981. The same year Lisa would 31.
It’s canon that Zussman’s family owned a store of some kind his entire life. It’s also canon in the uncharted series that Rafe inherited his family’s business- a chain of big box retailers.
What if Zussman took over the family business and managed to grow it enough to be able to open more locations across America? He’d probably pass it down to his daughter, Lisa, who would take over running it probably sometime in the 70’s.
Let’s say Lisa meets a guy (let’s call him Richard Adler) at age 27, dates him for a couple years, then marries him in 1980 at the age of 30. A year later they have their first child, Rafe Adler, Zussman’s grandson that eventually takes over the business.
“But, Bird! Rafe has contact with mercenaries! How does that work?” I hear you.
What if Aiello’s family has ties to the Italian mafia? What if Aiello looped Zussman in and they used the original store as a front for shady business dealings? What if Zuss used his cut to grow the store? What if the girl Zussman married is Aiello’s own sister? The two families are now tied together.
Rafe needs a mercenary for finding Avery’s treasure? Why not call one of Aiello’s grandchildren (his cousins) whom he grew up with, and happens to know a certain Nadine Ross?
Anyway that’s just a fun theory and probably not canon whatsoever. But it sure is fun to think about. And you can’t deny that Rafe looks like Aiello and Zussman put together. 😉
I hope your enjoying this gamer girl’s takes while the fanfiction section of my brain isn’t operating. Let me know if you want more of these.
#cod#drew stiles#frank aiello#cod ww2#cod wwii#red daniels#robert zussman#joseph turner#william pierson#call of duty#call of duty ww2#call of duty fic#call of duty fanfic#call of duty wwii#call of duty fandom#uncharted#uncharted 4#sam drake#nathan drake#rafe adler#conspiracy theories
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Just boys being boys
#zussman and pierson fighting as usual#call of duty#cod ww2#1st id shenanigans#1st infantry division#ronald red daniels#robert zussman#william pierson#drew stiles#frank aiello#memes and shit
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COD: WW2 characters if they had a theme song
( PLEASE DONT COME AFTER ME :,D )
Daniels: Brother-Kodaline
Zussman: Dog Days Are Over- Florence + The Machine
Aiello: We No Speak Americano - Renato Carosone
Stiles: Riptide - Vance Joy
Turner: Like A River Runs - Bleachers
Pierson: Fortunate Son - Creedence Clearwater Revival
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oooo you do characters from cod:ww2!?!
do you think you could do a modern au for aiello x female reader where he works for an uncle’s deli and sees her walking by and he just can’t help himself from running out to talk to her? then he realizes he practically ran out of his job and gets embarrassed because he had to take the chance to talk to her and she laughs and says it’s cute and gives him his number? thank you if possible!!!
i do in fact do characters from that installment of call of duty! gonna have to wait til i (potentially) get my hands on finest hour to see who i can simp for and find other simps. thanks for the request anon, it’s really adorable 😭
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Aiello x Female!Reader: A Soldier’s Passerby
Trigger Warnings: none, just fluff!
Frank sighs as he leans against the counter of his uncle’s deli. He’s finally back in town after his mandatory training and what’s the first thing his family decides to do with him? Put him to fucking work. New York summers are said to be ones where you make memorable moments and relationships that last; the only memorable moment he seems to be having is what the next guy’s order’s supposed to be. He then begins to daydream about what it’d be like to have his own summer romance; kissing, hugging, cuddling…other things. He quickly shakes his head, dispelling that thought. “No Aiello…if you move too fast you ruin that shit.” He says softly to himself, sighing.
As he continues daydreaming, he doesn’t even realize you’re walking past the deli. He watches you walk by, as if you’re a model and you’re moving in slow motion. Snapping out of it, he then checks to see if anybody’s watching him, and he practically runs outside to meet you. Frank would rather be caught dead than miss his chance to have a good summer, “H-Hey, wait!” He stammers. Thankfully, his call out to you falls upon your ears and you turn to look at him. Seeing your face up close, he can’t help but get a bit nervous and blush, “Name’s Aiello—Frank Aiello, to be exact. Do you…maybe wanna hang out sometime when I ain’t working at my uncle's deli?” He asks.
You giggle softly, giving him a nod. “The name’s L/N—Y/N L/N. Pleased to meet you on this fine day.” you say happily, giving him a wink. You then take out what seems to be a set of sticky notes and a pen. Scribbling down your number, you then hand it over to Frank and he stares at it in disbelief. “I’ll be waiting for a call or text all day, okay? It’d be a shame if you just keep a girl waiting after getting her attention.” You flirt, giving him a wink. Frank flusters at your confidence and you notice this, laughing cheerily. “W-Well don’t wait too long! My shift ends in like…three hours?” he says. “Good. I’ll be waiting then.” You say.
“Hey! Frank! Get your ass back in here you dope! Stop womanizing that poor girl!” Frank’s uncle yells from the entrance of the deli. “I’ll be right there!” Frank yells back before looking at you, shaking his head. “So…in three hours?” he asks. You give him a nod and a wink, “Don’t keep your uncle waiting.” you tease playfully before turning and continuing on your way. Frank then walks back into the deli, giving his uncle a bit of an attitude just because he interrupted his conversation with you. “Keep givin’ me lip and I’ll make sure to shut it for you before you can even think about seein’ that girl. Why the hell’d you wanna talk to her anyway? She looks plain!” your uncle says.
“You tell that to auntie this morning?” Frank jabs, making his uncle hit his side pretty hard. “Hey! If you could say my gal’s boring then I can say the same back to you!” Frank says as he walks back behind the counter. “Yeah, yeah. Just shut up and keep workin’.” His uncle says before going to the back of the deli. 3 hours then pass slowly, making Frank super impatient by the time his shift ends. And the moment he’s off he puts your number down into his phone and calls you, walking towards the apartment he shares with Robert and Drew. He gets a little anxious as he waits for you to answer. Just as it’s about to send him to voicemail, you finally pick up. “Hello? Is this that cute deli guy I met earlier?” you ask.
Hearing you call him cute makes his heart skip a beat as he continues walking, “Y-Yeah! It’s Frank, how ya doin’ right now?” he asks. Though you can’t see it personally, there’s a big dopey smile on his face. “I’m good, just finished making myself some dinner—it’s why I didn’t answer my phone as quickly. Sorry about that.” you apologize, laughing softly after. “It’s all good Y/N, ain’t a single reason for you to apologize for cookin’ for yourself. What’d you make?” Frank asks, genuinely wanting to know more about you. “Nothing too special! Just made a small veggie and chicken rice bowl. I was putting it all together once you called me.” you say.
“Sounds good, and how was the rest of your day?” Frank asks. “Ah, I just spent some of it reading a book I’d recently picked up and then took a nap. Now I’m wide awake and talking with you, cutie~” you explain, making sure to flirt with him. Frank stops in his place momentarily, eyes going wide when you flirt with him like that. “She just called me cute twice now…good God above, please let this be as true as it seems.” he thinks to himself. “Hey! Wanna come over to my place actually? We’ve got a bit of daylight left in the day and I’d love to spend it with you.” you suggest. “Y-You really wanna? Where’s your place at?” Frank says a bit too excitedly.
You can’t help but laugh at his sudden excitement, “You’re just as excitable as a puppy, it’s so cute!” you tease, then give him your address. “Damn…alright, looks like I’ll be making my way over. Gonna have to take the subway to get there. You alright with me smelling like deli meat?” Frank asks as he now begins to walk towards the nearest subway. “Don’t you already smell like meat?” you tease, making Frank blush. “Hey unless you wanna smell like it too, I’ll make sure of it. Got myself a good piece just for you.” he flirts, making your own heart skip a beat now. “Mmm, take a girl out for some dinner first.” you easily flirt back. “Why should I? You already made it yourself—I’ll just be meeting you there!” Frank jokes.
Laughing once again, your smile widens, “Hey, that doesn’t count! It’s gotta be nice and fancy—and remember that I’m the one supposed to be teasing here, not you!” you exclaim. Frank laughs himself, shaking his head as he descends down the stairs of the underground subway. “Alright, alright. I’ll let you do whatever you want, sweetheart.” he says. As a man from Queens, he seemingly doesn’t care once he skips paying for his fare as he joins several people doing the same and stepping onto the train going straight to your neighborhood. “I’ll see you in a couple minutes?” he says. “Sounds good! Cant wait to see you, Frank.” You say, making sure to lower your tone a bit so it comes off a bit more seductively.
Frank’s eyes widen slightly before subsequently hanging up the phone when he hears you take on a more seductive voice. He bounces his leg sitting on the train, eagerly waiting to see you. His heart’s beating loudly in his ears and harder than a drum in his chest. Once the train stops at the next platform, Frank’s more than ready to run out and quickly look for your place to spend as much time with you as he can. It doesn’t take him too long thankfully, as he finds himself standing on your front porch in about 5 minutes. Frank composes himself, regulating his breathing and fixing his hair up a bit before ringing your doorbell.
He stands there, waiting for you to open the door and once you do, a wide smile spreads on his face. “Nice to see you, sweetheart. You look so much cuter in this lighting.” he says, giving you a wink. You fluster at this, rolling your eyes and stepping aside so he could come in, “And you look so cute when you’re all breathless—makes me wonder about…other things.” you say suggestively. Frank raises an eyebrow curiously as he steps in, looking you up and down. “And what would these ‘other things’ be, hm?” he asks teasingly. “Wouldn’t you like to know, weatherboy?” you tease back and close your front door.
“Yeah, I would love to know sweetheart.” he says in a softer, deeper tone, pulling you close to him. Your eyes widen and you fluster once you’re face-to-face with him like this, heart beating hard in your chest. Not wanting to back down though, you just give him a warm smile and gently walk your fingers up his chest before gently cupping his chin, “Just makes me wonder what you’d look like breathless underneath me. All red in the face, eyes staring right at me…” you say. You pull away from hold and walk towards your couch, sitting down on it and beckoning him to follow. Frank then follows after you, sitting next to you.
He puts one arm around you, causing you to instinctively nuzzle up against him. You sniff him a bit and giggle softly, “You really do smell like deli meat—It’s funny.” you say. “Told ya. Now then, what d’ya wanna do?” Frank says, chuckling softly. “Do you like drinking and watching classic movies?” you ask, looking up at him. “Sure, sounds like a good idea to me. I’ll watch anything if it means spending time with you.” he says. Nodding, you stand up and waltz over to your kitchen and get a bottle of wine, popping it open and getting a few glasses before going to turn on your tv. Pulling up a service, you then click on a movie you’d been wanting to watch with someone for a while.
One you’d been wanting to watch with a potential love interest.
Finding your place back with Frank, he wraps his arm more securely around you. You hand him his glass of wine and hold onto yours, taking a sip. Frank, being the Italian here, will be the judge of the wine you’ve got. Swishing the dark red liquid slightly, he then brings it up to his nose and takes a whiff of it. “This wine French, or Italian?” he asks softly. “It’s French. Why, don’t like it?” you ask, taking another sip from your glass. “Makes sense. Italian wine’s much better, especially when it’s homemade. I’ll ask my nonna for a bottle and give it to you.” he promises. “Oh yeah? How sweet and considerate of you.” you say, giving him a wink before putting your attention back to the movie.
“You French and Italians really are at odds when it comes to wine, aren’t you?” you ask teasingly. Drinking from his glass, Frank makes a slight look of disdain, “Yep. You definitely need some Italian in you. Don’t worry—on our next date I’ll make sure to give you that bottle of wine.” he says. You raise a brow, looking up at him in confusion. He raises his own brow, looking at you with that same look. “Did you not hear yourself?” you ask. “Not really, what did I say that’s got you makin’ that face?” he asks curiously. “You just told me that I ‘need some Italian in me.’ Did you mean just the wine?” you say. Frank’s face goes red as he chokes on another sip of wine, turning away from you to cough.
You become worried, setting your glass down and taking Frank’s from his hands to make sure he doesn’t spill any. “I-I’m sorry if that was a bit inappropriate of me. I hope it didn’t upset you sweetheart.” he apologizes in between coughs. “No, no, it’s okay. I was just wondering if you knew you actually said that to me. Maybe another time, hm? Once we get to know each other better?” you suggest. Frank’s eyes go wide and he turns to you, seemingly recovered from choking. “You mean that?” he asks. Smiling softly, you give him a nod and hand him his glass back, “I mean it. You seem like you mean well, so I’ll continue seeing you.”
Frank smiles softly, leaning forward and giving you a kiss on the forehead, “I’m glad. I was hoping for that.” he says. You smile back at him, grabbing your glass, and clink it with his. “To future love.” you say softly. Frank nods and raises his glass to the air slightly, drinking the entirety of his glass. The two of you spend your time watching movies and drinking wine. The wee hours of the night come along, and Frank wakes up to see your TV still playing a random movie. It’s an Italian classic, one his nonna showed him, and he smiled softly seeing it. His smile only widens once he sees you sleeping on his shoulder.
Gently shaking you, Frank patiently waits for you to wake up. You stir slightly, sitting up properly and rubbing my eyes. “I hadn’t realized I fell asleep…sorry…” you whisper softly. “Don’t worry about it. Need some help getting to your room?” Frank asks softly. You give him a nod, “My room’s upstairs and down the hall…” you whisper, yawning. Frank nods and lifts you up carefully, taking you up the stairs and to your room. “Do you want to stay over?” you ask. “Would you mind it if I said yes?” he asks. “Not at all, stay if you want…” you mumble. “Then I’ll stay—thanks for today, I really enjoyed my time with you.”
Once he’s reached your bed, he gently lays you down and gets on next to you. He covers the both of you with his blanket, pulling you close to him. Despite the smell of deli meat, you can smell a small hint of a cologne you’d smelled one day when you were walking down the street. Maybe you had actually already seen each other before, and didn’t realize it? Oh well, it happens. At least the two of you are spending time together now, and it makes you much happier. Shutting your eyes once again, you nuzzle up to him and drift off to sleep. Frank’s phone buzzes in his pocket the second you’ve drifted off to sleep. He carefully pulls it out and sees a text from Zussman.
Hey, you doing okay? You’ve got College shaking in his boots over here!
Yeah, I’m fine. Came over to this girl’s house after I got her number at work. She’s a real sweet thing, I’ll tell you that much…
Well as long as you’re okay. Don’t wanna have to be the one to save your ass again in the case you got jumped.
Frank rolls his eyes at this and sighs, putting his phone back in his pocket. Shutting his own eyes now, he slowly lets himself drift off to sleep. He’s happy to have found his own summer romance, and now he’s hopeful he’ll get to spend the rest of his life with you.
#cod: wwii#call of duty world war 2#cod#call of duty#frank aiello#cod aiello#aiello x reader#fluff#fluff fic#modern au
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~ COD WW2 ~ William Pierson X F!Reader
Contexte : Le soldat Victoria Casey est l’une des seules femmes militaire. Elle a combattu bravement aux côtés de Joseph et William à Kasserine. Et malgré les grandes pertes humaines, elle fut promu à son retour en Amérique au grade de Lieutenant pour récompenser son sang froid et son héroïsme. La voilà de retour sur le front, aux côtés de ses deux vieux camarades pour éloigner les forces allemandes.
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Lizzie et moi arrivons au camp de Turner, nous avons décidé de soigner nos entrées pour nos retrouvailles avec Turner et Pierson. Ça fait tellement longtemps qu’on ne les a pas vu ces deux-là, ils nous ont pas mal manqué quand même !
J’ai fait le tour discrètement de tout leur campement, sans me faire prendre par un seul des soldats de garde. C’était même trop facile et franchement inquiétant pour la sécurité de tous ceux siégeant ici. J’entends alors Lizzie arriver, se faisant applaudir par les soldats qui la reconnaissent. Toujours tout en spectacle elle, elle est pas croyable. En ce qui me concerne je me faufile dans une tente, à en regarder la piètre décoration et l’alcool qui y traîne je dirai que c’est celle de Pierson. Je sors de la tente silencieusement, m’installant sur une chaise pliante juste à côté de l'entrée, observant Lizzie accueillir les applaudissements avec joie. Turner et Pierson sont justes devant moi, mais ne m’ont pas remarqué, trop happé par le show de ma meilleure-amie.
-Merci, merci ! J’adoore être applaudis comme ça ! Jooseeeph !!
Elle sautille de joie jusque dans les bras du lieutenant, m’arrachant un sourire alors qu’il l’accueille dans ses bras avec un sourire. On est comme ses petites-sœurs pour lui et nous l’avons toujours considéré comme un frère. Depuis le début de nos entraînements au centre de formation.
-Salut, Lizzie, j’espère que t’as fait bon voyage.
-William ! Je suis si heureuse de te revoir !
-Ouais, c’est ça. Et elle est où l’autre tarée ?
-Derrière toi bâtard.
Tous se tourne vers moi alors que j’agite mes doigts en leur direction avec un sourire fière. Je me lève alors de la chaise, collant un poing amical sur l’épaule de William avant d’embrasser la joue de mon frère d’arme.
-Bâtard ? Tu m’as appelé bâtard ? Espèce de - …
-Pierson, fait moi plaisir, renforce cette putain de sécurité. Tes soldats sont si nuls que j’ai pu passer la sécurité sans problème. Et c’est un ordre. Ai-je ajouté fermement, lui lançant un regard qui veut en dire long.
-Bien, lieutenant.
Il s’éloigne de quelques mètres avant qu’on ne l’entende aboyer sur une poignée de soldats. J’échange un regard avec Elizabeth et Joseph, on a l’air tout aussi dépités les uns que les autres. Il revient alors vers nous et sans que je ne m’y attende, il pose son coude sur le haut de mon crâne. J’avais oublié sa taille immense comparé à la mienne.
-Cela vous convient lieutenant ?
-Je verrais si tu fais aussi bien ton travail qu’on me le dit.
-Tu me gaves déjà.
-Surveille ta langue, Pierson.
Il lève les yeux au ciel avant de se détourner de moi, se plaçant simplement derrière moi, les mains dans son dos alors qu’il a un visage ferme. Je le regarde faire et prend une inspiration avant de me tourner vers le peloton diminué de Turner ainsi que le miens au complet.
-Bien. Je suis le lieutenant Victoria Casey et voici le sergent Elizabeth Collins.
-Pourquoi des femmes dans l’armée ? Questionne un soldat, me coupant la parole.
-Vous êtes infirmière en premier lieu non ? Intervient un autre alors que Turner pose un regard désolée sur nous.
J’allai prendre la parole pour leur répondre mais Pierson le fait à ma place alors que je lui jette un regard agacé.
-Ne sous-estimez pas l’enfer qu’elles peuvent nous apporter. Ce serait votre plus grosse erreur dans cette guerre.
-Merci, sergent Pierson. Ai-je dit, lui lançant un regard dur avant de tourner mon regard sur nos soldats.
-Pourquoi des femmes dans l’armée, c’est une bonne question avec une bonne réponse. Avoir seulement des brutes qui ne savent que taper et tirer sans réfléchir c’est bien mais ça n’aide pas beaucoup en temps de guerre, vous le concevez bien. C’est pour cela que nous sommes là, vous êtes pour la plupart indisciplinés, misogynes, brutaux, je ne vais pas continuer, votre liste est longue.
Quelques soldats du peloton de Turner commencent à chuchoter contre nous, nous lançant des regards mauvais, me faisant sourire moqueusement.
-Vous voyez le sentiment que vous avez là ? C’est mauvais hein ? Pas agréable. Je sais, je comprends, je l’ai vécu. La prochaine fois que vous ouvrez votre bouche pour parler inutilement sur la fonction des femmes, repensez à votre humiliation. Est-ce que j’ai été clair ?
-Oui, lieutenant ! Répondent-ils en chœur.
Elizabeth vient se positionner à côté de moi, droite comme un piquet, les mains dans son dos elle aussi.
-Soyez rassuré mes amis, les renforts sont enfin arrivés, dans deux jours nous reprendrons Marigny aux allemands !
Des acclamations se font entendre dans notre peloton et celui de Turner, des cris de guerre, ils semblent reprendre du poil de la bête.
-Nous avancerons, ensemble ! Nous aiderons nos alliés à récupérer leurs terres ! Nous rentrerons chez nous, retrouverons nos familles, nos femmes, nos hommes, nos enfants. Faites le pour eux, faites le pour l’Amérique !
Les cris se transforment en hurlement. Je me tourne vers Pierson qui regarde ses troupes avant de plisser les yeux dans ma direction. Il me fait un léger mouvement de tête avant d’observer ailleurs.
-Vous pouvez disposer, merci de votre attention ! Ai-je terminé.
Je me tourne vers Turner qui se dirige déjà à sa tente avec Elizabeth. Pierson est à côté de moi, il semble vouloir parler, ou me faire une réflexion sanglante.
-Quoi ?
-Elizabeth n’a pas perdu son sens du discours.
-Le mien était-il si mauvais ?
-Le tiens était mauvais, ouais. Tu as insulté mes hommes, comment veux-tu qu’ils t'acceptent si tu réagis toujours comme ça ?
-T’as bien fini par m'accepter, toi.
Il m’arrête en attrapant mon avant bras dans sa grande main. Je me tourne vers lui en levant les yeux au ciel. Il m’ennuie déjà. Si je suis devenu lieutenant ce n’est pas pour qu’il me mène par le bout du nez comme il faisait avant. Cela doit cesser, merde.
-Vic.
-Quoi encore ?
-Bravo pour ta promotion.
Je laisse un blanc s’installer. Il vient vraiment de me féliciter ? Après tout ce qu’il c’est passé ce n’est que maintenant qu’il me félicite pour ma promotion ? Ca fait plus de six mois que je l’ai obtenu, il se fout de ma gueule !
-On a une guerre a gagné, sergent. Allons-y.
-Bien, lieutenant.
Nous nous dirigeons tous les deux dans la tente de Turner, Pierson ferme les rideaux de la tente pour que nous restons tranquilles.
-Ok, je suis content que vous soyez là, ça devient vraiment chaud pour nos troupes. Nous avoue Turner en déroulant une carte.
-J’ai cru comprendre. Ai-je répondu en me penchant sur la carte.
-Il faut qu’on nettoie cette zone, c’est Marigny, et bien sûr en garder le contrôle une fois nettoyé. nous indique Pierson en nous montrant un endroit sur la carte.
-Le meilleur quatuor du monde est de retour en force, les Allemands vont fuir la queue entre les jambes ! Ricane Lizzie, surexcitée à l’idée de repartir au combat avec Joseph et William.
Joseph lui sourit franchement, acquiesçant silencieusement mais Pierson et moi sommes plus… insensible à cet excès de joie. Nous avons toujours fonctionné comme ça, Nous quatre sommes un peu l’échelle allant du positivisme avec Lizzie en tête au négativisme, Pierson termine cette échelle. En fait l’ordre du plus positif au plus négatif est : Lizzie, Joseph, moi et enfin William.
-Eh bien préparons nous à cette mission et continuons encore plus loin. Ai-je dit d’un ton sérieux alors qu’ils acquiescent tous en accord.
-Lieutenant Casey, c’est pour vous. Me dit un soldat du peloton de Turner, me tendant une lettre.
-Merci, rampez soldat.
Il acquiesce en ma direction avant de partir sous les yeux foudroyants de William. J’ouvre la lettre et commence à la lire.
-Alors ? Qui est-ce ?
-Notre espion. Les forces allemandes nous attendent déjà après les ravages de la plage de Normandie.
-C’est tout ce qu’il dit ?
-Il va arrêter de m’écrire, des soupçons sur lui j’imagine.
-Il faut le sauver alors, on doit le récupérer. Où se trouve-t-il ?
-Nan, Lizzie. On reste focus sur Marigny.
Elle se contrarie, lançant un regard à l’aide à Joseph qui à l’air en désaccord avec ma décision. Il allait parler mais je faisais un mouvement de main vers eux.
-Ma décision est prise, une mort n’en vaut pas une cinquantaine, Joseph. Tu es d’accord avec cela ?
-Bien sûr mais nous pouvons envoyer une brigade. Celle de Pierson par exemple.
-Ça nous ralentira pour la récupération de Marigny. Intervient celui-ci, d’un ton râleur.
-C’est encore moi qui donne les ordres, sergent. Tonne Turner alors que Lizzie sent la tension monter entre ses trois amis.
-Victoria, il faut le récupérer, c’est un très bon soldat. On ne peut pas se permettre de perdre tout ce qu’il sait sur les allemands.
-Nous avons plein d’autres bons soldats. Ce n’est pas si grave.
-Victoria ! Tu parles d’une vie humaine là ! S’emporte Lizzie, ses joues devenant rouge de colère.
Je m’appuie sur la table, l’ignorant royalement. Elle m'insulte en murmurant avant de quitter la tente à pas rapide.
-Elle n’a pas tord. Appuie Turner, la déception se lisant dans ses yeux.
-Ok, je me suis mal exprimé, Joseph, passons maintenant.
-Kasserine ne t’as vraiment pas réussie à toi non plus. Crache-t-il, maintenant agacé avant de sortir, sûrement à la recherche d’Elizabeth.
Je soupire doucement en faisant le tour de la table alors que j’étudie la carte. William est toujours sur sa position, je le sens m’observer. Comment ne pas sentir son regard perçant sur soi ? Même en étant dos à lui, on sentirait sa présence. Il s’approche de la table et s’appuie dessus. Je m’attends à une remarque sanglante, m’y préparant d’hors et déjà.
-Comment on procède pour Marigny alors ? Me questionne-t-il alors que je lève les yeux vers lui.
-Quoi ?
-Victoria, concentre-toi.
-Je m’attendais plus à un truc du genre “T’es vraiment une bonne à rien Victoria” ou “Je sais pas pourquoi t’as obtenu cette promotion, t’es une lâche.”
-Rah arrête avec ça, t’es ma supérieur maintenant. Je respecte cela.
-Tu respectes les décisions supérieurs aux tiennes maintenant ? Toi aussi t’as changé depuis Kasserine alors.
-Ferme la.
-Quoi ? T’as toujours pas digéré ta rétrogradation ? Fallait pourtant t’y attendre.
-Hé, surveille ta langue, tu veux ? Je sais ce que j’ai fait là bas et je connaissais les risques. Personne n’aurait pu imaginer que ça allait se passer comme ça.
-Le problème n’est pas d’avoir anticiper ou non l’attaque, William. Le problème est que tu as désobéi aux ordres, et des hommes sont morts, nos frères d’armes. Mon frère d’arme est mort là bas, et c’est uniquement à cause de toi. Garde le en tête.
Je lui lance un regard mauvais avant de quitter la tente à mon tour, ne lui laissant pas le temps de répondre. Cependant j’entends ses pas lourd derrière moi. Sa main vient attraper ma nuque, me forçant à le suivre jusqu’à sa tente. Une fois à l’intérieur, il me pousse contre le lit. Je m’appuis sur mes mains, le fusillant du regard.
-A quoi tu joues, William ? AI-je craché.
-Hé, je t’ai déjà expliqué un million de fois comment ça c’était passé ! Ca nous a déjà coûté notre couple, ça ne va pas non plus nous détruire au travail ! Fait la part des choses et arrête de te comporter comme une gamine mal éduqué !
Je grince des dents avant de finalement détourner mon regard. Ce connard, comment peut-il ramener notre relation sur le tapis ? Notre séparation date d’il y a neuf mois maintenant, bien sûr que je suis passé à autre chose.
-Je ne t’ai pas attendu pour tourner la page sur notre relation, William. Je ne comprends même pas pourquoi tu remets ça sur le tapis, notre séparation n’a rien à voir avec ton comportement.
-Oh, parce que tu crois que ça ne joue pas sur nos comportements l’un avec l’autre ?
-Oui, absolument. Nous sommes collègues, c’est tout. Je suis ton lieutenant au même titre que Turner, tu n’as qu’à te taire et obéir aveuglément à mes ordres.
-Tu me prends -...
-Tu obéis et tu te tais, un point c’est tout, Pierson ! Merde ! AI-je fini par exploser.
Je me mets sur mes pieds, quittant rapidement la tente, voulant m’éloigner le plus possible de ce grand imbécile.
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