Call of Duty x reader

Zussman x Reader Part 2

"Put this on, amour, it matches you" Rousseau says with a small smile before leaving the room. Looking at the mid length dress, (Y/N) shrugged and removed her button up shirt and trousers, putting on the dress. It fit her perfectly and taking a glance at the mirror, a small gasp escaped her lips as she saw how...young and pretty she looked. Not tired or worried or always working. She looked care free and happy. Looking over at the black book, she grabbed it gently like it was glass. Reading the current page Rousseau was on, she smiled at the beautiful cursive writing.

"Pierson is quite the charmer I must say. He took me to the park near Bird Street and we had a nice picnic. Talked and even kissed. Mon heart felt like it going to explode. Yet I felt guilty...mon amour Matthieu has been gone for almost 4 years now. But he and mon petit son must want me to move on from the heartwretching past. To find another love, to end the horrid chapter I can't seem to stop. But enough of the depressing talk, that angelterre Crowley reminded me how Zussman and (Y/N) were visiting today. They look so beautiful and adorable together. For a young woman like myself, those two are like my kids. I love them both very much. Hopefully they visit again soon, I'll love to be (Y/N)'s maid of honor"

(Y/N) smiled sadly at the small chapter and quickly placed the book back at its rightful place on the table as someone knocked on the door.

"(Y/N), you ready?" Zussman spoke, his voice cracking at the end. Pierson stifled a laugh and Crowley nudged him while Vivian rolled her eyes and muttered how immature they were being.

"Uh ja- yes! Yes, I'm ready" (Y/N) opened the door abruptly, blushing in embarrasment as Zussman leaned forward. He pulled away quickly,  a light pink dusted over his pale face cutely.

"Let's get going before we get kicked out from our seats" (Y/N) says. Zussman nodded and held her hand, smiling as she held onto his hand tightly with a lovely smile on her face. They bid their goodbyes to Rousseau, Pierson, Crowley, and Vivian.

The restuarnt was elegant but not too formal. Oak colored tables with pure white tablecloths placed over them. Light classical music played in the background, lights not too bright or dark, sending a yellow/oragish hue across the room. The tiles were a pearl white color and the walls a dark wine red color.

"Wow, Rousseau sure put so much detail when decorating" (Y/N) mumbled, looking at the young man standing behind a counter. He smiled at the couple and looked at the small book he had.

"Reservation?" He asked.

"Yeah" Zussman says, "Robert and (Y/N) Zussman" he continued. (Y/N) froze at the mention of having the same last name as Zussman. Sure, they were getting married next year but why did it sound perfect?

"Alright, follow me" the boy said, leading the two towards a table near a window. Zussmazn pulled out the chair for (Y/N), who smiled at him in thanks. He went over to his seat and sat down, looking at the menu. He knew French, so when he looked over at (Y/N), he chuckled at her confused expression.

"Shut it, I don't know French very well. It was hard enough to learn American, Spanish, Russian, and Japanese" she grumbled, blushing in embarrasment.

"Don't worry, I know something you'll like" Zussman says, gesturing the waiter over. He ordered their food and drinks, nodding as side servings were served. Some French bread and a jelly.

"I never expected them to be able to rebuild everything in a span of three years" (Y/N) whispered. Zussman smiled sadly and looked around at the restaurant.

"Only few cities were able to rebuild. The rest of France is still needing the help to rebuild everything. Those krauts burned places, bombed homes and offices..." the waiter walked over and served them their food and drinks. The couple nodded a thanks before being left alone once more. (Y/N) put her hand out on the table, grabbing ahold of Zussman's and caressing his. He smiled at her and leaned forward, pecking her cheek.

"I love you" Zussman whispered.

"I love you too" (Y/N) whispered back.

12 years later

"Girls! Uncle Daniels is here!" Zussman shouted, hearing his two daughters run down the stairs. He held a small baby boy in his arms, smiling as Daniels and his wife, Hazel,  walked in.

"Robert..." Daniels whispered, hugging his best friend and brother figure. Zussman hugged back before handing the baby over to Hazel. She smiled and cooed at the baby, leading her own son and daughter to the living room. Zussman's daughters followed their aunt, but hugged their father goodbye first, standing straight and listening to Zussman.

"Be good with Uncle and Aunt, alright? Mommy and daddy are going to be back in no time" Zussman reassured his girls, blinking away the stinging in his eyes.

"I love you, daddy" both girls whispered, tears escaping and sliding down their cheeks. Zussman wiped away the tears and sadly smiles, ruffling their hair gently.

"Protect your brother, alright? Mommy and daddy love you" Zussman says softly. The girls, only 6 and 8, nodded and quickly ran off to Hazel. Daniels rested a comforting hand on Zussman's shoulder.

"Are you sure about this, Zuss?" Daniels questioned. Zussman nodded, his eyes wandering over to a picture frame of (Y/N), smiling and hugging their three kids.

"She needs my help. And we're losing. I trust you, Daniels. If we don't come back, tell them (Y/N) and I are far away but love them very much and that we're watching over them" Zussman said. Daniels nodded and looked out the window, seeing a army jeep pull up. Zussman sighed and grabbed his bag, taking one last look at the house. With tears escaping, he turned and walked out the door.

"Vietnam, you better cower. Cause you have another Zussman heading your way"

(Y/N) smiled at a small picture of Zussman and the kids before pocketing it. She nodded at Pierson, Aiello, and Stiles, who nodded back at her.

"Be safe Robert. I love you"

"I love you, (Y/N). Be safe"