Hi. I was wondering if you could do a Desmond Doss x reader were the reader is a Japanese soldier? (You don't have to do it if you don't want to)😊
Two Soldiers, Two Sides | Desmond Doss
A/N: i listened to an extended version of the Schindler's List theme while writing this, so it turned out a little more...like a gen fic. i still like the way it turned out, tho, it's kinda like just two people with language barriers just vibing together in this fic.
You pressed a hand to your abdomen, a steady pulse of blood seeping between your fingers. There was no way you’d be able to get back to the bunker in time. You’d already fished the bullet out, sure, but the bunker was still a ways away and dark spots danced at the edges of your vision.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck.”
Taking a deep breath, you began to slowly scoot yourself back towards the safety of the bunker. Hopefully, you’d make it back before you lost too much blood…
Some booted feet crunched on the rubble to the side, and you immediately dropped your arms and pressed yourself as close to the ground as possible.
Shallow breaths. you reminded yourself. Shallow breaths.
You closed your eyes and let the sounds of the night wash over you. Tomorrow, then. Tomorrow, you’d wake up and drag yourself back to the bunker as best as you could with a bullet in your abdomen and a steady loss of blood. Closing your eyes, you clutched your rifle close. It was going to be a long night.
Shifting rubble broke the silence. Your fingers gripped your weapon tighter, knuckles growing white. You might’ve been bleeding out, but you’d be damned if you didn’t go down with a fight.
A moment later, a head popped up from behind the ridge. He was a soldier, like you. You couldn’t make out his features, though; there was too much grime on his face. But as he came closer, you could make out exhaustion and kindness underneath all that dirt.
“I’m gonna help you, okay?” he had said, holding up his hands. His tongue sounded different and unfamiliar. If you remembered your officers' whisperings correctly, it was English. “I’m gonna patch you up and get you to safety.”
You slowly lowered your weapon, but let him assess your wounds, keeping an apprehensive eye on him. His hands were gentle as he wiped away excess blood and began wrapping a bandage around your middle. How he managed to do that all in the dark was beyond you. Maybe you should thank him, or just say something, but any words got stuck in your throat.
“Shh, it’s okay. Don’t try to move too much.”
A kind word here, a bandage there, and then he would be off. There wasn’t much else he could do. He was just a soldier doing his job.
You let out a gasp as he tightened the bandage, your hand going around his wrist in an iron grip. The soldier offered you a “shhh” and some reassuring words before trying to pry your hand off.
“I need to go, okay? I need to see if there are others I can help.”
Your grip didn’t lessen. “I--I’m--I’m scared.”
“Hey, it’s gonna be alright. I need you to stay still, okay?” he replied. “Stay...still. Can you do that for me?”
When you didn’t respond but only shook your head in confusion, he smiled sadly.
“Alright. I won’t go just yet.”
He leaned against the dirt and rubble, letting out a tired breath. He sounded exhausted. Really exhausted. He probably had been doing this since the sun set.
How many men had he saved since then?
You gingerly poked the bandage before deeming it worthy of minimal movement. Reaching down to your trouser pocket, you felt around and pulled out a scrap of bread.
“It’s not much, and there’s probably some lint on it, but it’s still food.” you chuckled as you nudged his leg.
He looked down and shook his head, trying to push the bread away.
“No, it’s yours. You need it. You. Eat.”
Sighing, you grabbed his hand and stuffed the bread into it, pointedly closing his fingers around it as if saying, “You will take this bread or so help me.” You laughed at the thought.
He tried protesting again, but when he saw you wouldn’t relent, he sighed and accepted the bread. You patted his leg reassuringly then leaned back against the dirt and rubble like the soldier.
It was going to be a long night.
“I didn’t expect it all,” he said suddenly. You turned to him with a questioning look.
“I guess no one really goes in knowing how bad it gets, huh?”
You nodded, trying to pick apart his words. He said “bad”...
You tried something else. You couldn’t understand what he was saying, but you could at least try something else that was common to everyone no matter your mother tongue.
Pointing to yourself, you told him your name slowly. He smiled and nodded, trying out the word. You laughed when he couldn’t quite get it right, but it was close enough.
Then he followed your lead and told you, “Desmond. I’m Desmond.”
The both of you spent the night trying to speak to each other, both of you growing delighted when one recognized a word the other spoke and sharing a mirthful laugh.
You wished the day didn’t come as soon as it did. You had a break from all the fighting and all the war, and here, with Desmond, you could just be two people. Two people, connecting over simple, little things. Not two soldiers on two sides of a war.
When the sky was painted in brilliant shades of purple and pink and orange, the both of you watched the colors streak across the sky. You almost wished you hadn’t been injured and met Desmond. Because now you had a small taste of what a moment of peace would be like during the war, and you craved more. You were tired of the fighting, tired of watching your comrades die senselessly.
Desmond made to help you to your feet, and he probably would have walked you to a safe distance away from the bunker even, but you gently pushed his hand away, shaking your head. You couldn’t risk him getting hurt. Yourself, maybe. Everyone seemed replaceable here; the military didn’t care whether you lived or died, just as long as you completed your duty to the emperor.
“Well, if you’re sure, then.” Desmond relented. “Maybe I’ll see you around.”
“It was nice talking to you, Desmond.”
He grinned when he heard his name.
“I wish you luck and pray your God keeps you safe. I will never forget your kindness.”
“Goodbye, Y/N. I hope you can find some rest and heal up.”
As the morning sun began to climb higher in the sky, two lone figures departed from each other. One crouched low, moving to the bodies of the wounded; the other on the ground, slowly inching their way across the land. No one would know who they were. Their secrets were kept by each other, though they couldn’t understand any of them. All they understood was that they were just two soldiers, on two different sides of the war. But though they were two soldiers, they were also two people. Two people, just trying to get to the end.
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