Call of duty imagines

Soap [you cheater]

"Turn to the left!"
Soap screamed at the small television, he along with his controller turned left as the car on the tv seemed to do the opposite of his demand.

"Ugh! Ye'r pissin me off!" He yelled once more tossing his controller in anger. Getting up from the deflated bean bag he sat in, he trailed over to the kitchen adjacent to the rec room.

"Having fun over there MacTavish?."

You laughed seeing him huff in anger as he reached forward to the fridge.

"Fucking gamin systems a cheater." He grumbled filing through the fridge for something to ease his mind.

"Maybe you just suck." You retorted watching as he grabbed a beer.

"Oh yeah, lass? Why don't cha play against me yeah?"

He crossed his arms challenging you to play with him.

"Alright, lass get on with it then." You said accepting his challenge. Disregarding the beer he ran back into the rec room fully prepared to beat you in the game.

"Don't piss ye'r self when ya loose."

He laughed menacingly as he hit play resuming the round.

Grabbing a hold of the controller you smirked feeling his ultimate demise from a mile away, unbeknownst to him you are quite the pro.

The screen counted down from three as you readied yourself, crossing your legs under your frame you sat closer to the screen for better focus.

As the time hit one you immediately began the race. From the corner of your eye you noticed on the left side of the screen that MacTavish was right behind you.

He too leaned in focusing on the game, spewing strings of profanities toward the game as he seemed to miss every curve causing him to fall back.

"Bile yer heid!" He yelled hearing the game announce that you completed the first lap.

"English MacTavish." You teased despite knowing what it meant. "I said go fuck yer self." He angrily replied as he saw you had completed the second lap.

"Come one soap you gotta catch up." Gaz cheered from the rec room door as he was entranced in the game.

"Aww your cheering for him? That hurts Garrick." He chuckled patting your back before waltzing his way to the kitchen.

No matter how much he twisted and turned his body, Soap was defeated.

He gasped trying to convince himself it was fake as he couldn't accept the truth of defeat.

The word "loss" plastered across his side of the screen illuminated his face as his lips sat ajar in disbelief.

"Cheater!" He exclaimed as he pointed his finger at you, offended by the fact you had won against him, the self-proclaimed champion of the racer games.

He had won many games, most games where he played solo, with no one else to challenge him.

"Ye'r deid." (you're dead.)

He threatened as he didn't bother to shut off the game, but instead began to chase you as you stuck your tongue out at him.

Down past the field and into the quarters he still chased you as you sang teasingly.

Price noticed Soap from afar looking around for you preparing himself for the worst as you laughed giddily hiding behind him.

"Cap'tn ya seen little lass?" He asked trying to catch his breath. Price sighed feeling his wrinkles form as he rubbed his temples.

Moving to the side Price exposed you from hiding as you squealed.

Soap lunged forward wrapping his arms around your waist, lifting you off the ground so you wouldn't run.

"Ahh price helppppp." You yelled after price as he walked away as if he had nothing to do with the situation.

"Your mine now."

Despite being lifted into the air, Soap was still close enough that your nose barely touched his.

He had this strong scent to him, as his arms remained around your waist you couldn't help but gulp feeling his muscles embrace you in such a way that he was still gentle but held you tight.

"Y-you caught me."

Your breath was ragged unsure if it was because of Soap or because of all the running. But at that point you weren't tired.

He set you down gently, but his arms remained in your waist as he held you close.

"MacTavish?" You said in a slight whisper.

"It's John to you."

He said before leaning down towards you, meeting half way there your lips touched. His lips tasted of slight beer as his scruff rubbed against your lips.

His hands held you gently as your wrapped your arms around his neck.

"I can teach you how to play if you want," you said pulling away from the kiss.

"Why don't I teach you something else?" He suggested taking your hand and walking towards his quarters.