Missing winter
Richard Winter x fiancΓ©e reader
βIs that dust on your jump-wings?!β Sobel squints at the dust on the shimmering metal pin, then looks up at the private who it belonged to.
The private nods silently, knowing what was coming next and bracing for it.
βWell, due to the carelessness of private Cobb, everyoneβs weekend passes are revoked. Lieutenants too.β He nods, turning on his heels and walking to his office.
As a barrage of assaults go towards the private, Richardβs heart sinks. This whole month, heβs planned on seeing you and going to get dinner in Toccoa. I mean, hell, you two got engaged a few months before he left and maybe a selfish part of him wanted to get a little sugar before he had to go back.
But noooo. That would be too easy. He walks to the lieutenants quarters, picking up the phone and dialing your number. As he waited to get patched through, he gently takes your photo out of a journal.
As you pick up, heβs just grateful to hear that sweet voice of yours.
βHey dear. Itβs meβ¦.Dick.β He clears his throat, smoothing his pants. βI was calling about this weekend.
βOh, I am so excited. I was hoping to go to that diner you told me about-wait. I know that tone. Whatβs wrong? Are we cancelled?β
βYeahβ¦.yeah, we got cancelled. Sobel revoked all weekend passes, even for lieutenants.β He pinched the bridge of his nose. βI really am sorry, I was looking forward to seeing you.β
βItβs okay, we can reschedule.β As much as you tried to mask your hurt, he picked it up. βIβve gotta go. Iβm cutting up onions and Iβm tearing up. Love you.β
Your voice breaks on love you, and after he says it back you hang up.
After a whole day of silently sulking in his room, a knock takes him out of it. He opens the door, revealing Liebgott.
βFollow me.β He walks out of the lieutenants quarters, not looking back at whoβs following him.
Richard, albeit confused, follows.
βYou better be grateful. Sobel finds out itβs all of our asses.β He sneaks across to the mess hall, using a key that absolutely doesnβt belong to him and unlocks the door.
The door opens to a lovely sight. Candles line a table, along with bedsheets as a tablecloth. A bouquet of wildflowers on the desk.
βFigured since it was our fault you canβt leave, we should make it up to you.β Perconte says, setting down two plates.
Just before he got the chance to ask who the other plate was for, heβs cut off by a voice heβs missed for months.
βYouβve got good men, Dick.β
He turns to see you. βHow-.β
βFunny story.β You take his arm and lead him to the table.
You tell him about how Nixon gave Liebgott your number and he called so you could make up a home cooked meal. When they went to go pick it up on a βgrocery runβ, they discovered you could fix in the back so they hid you.
After around 20 minutes of eating, you ask to see his room. He takes your hand, kissing your palm and leads you to the lieutenants quarters.
His door opens and he lets you in. βItβsβ¦..just how I imagined it.β You sit down on his bed, laying back.
You motion for him to come over. βMissed you like crazy.β
You kiss him, gently pulling him onto the bed. βNeeded you.β
βNeeded me?β He murmurs against your lips, holding your hips as he slides you on-top of him.
The next day, you snuck out with the morning laundry and heβs getting coffee in the mess hall before he starts his day.
βSounded like you had fun last night.β Nixon slides next to him, grabbing a mug himself.
βOh dick, oh god.β He mocks, filling the mug.
Richard walks away from Lewis, who quickly follows.
βCmon, let me live vicariously through you.β
βNothing happened.β
βWell, I expect a play by play about that βnothingβ tonight.β Lewis sits down at the table.
ββ¦β¦.Fine.β
