Call of duty imagines

Kyle "gaz" [love is war]

"Multiple wounds, gun shot to the leg open for surgery now."

The doors to your base clinic opened, a wave of panic ensued as you quickly ran to the patient being rolled in.

"Oh my god Kyle!"

The sleeves of his shirt were torn, and drenched in water and blood as his leg failed to retain his blood.

Grabbing a cloth you tried to help by applying pressure to his wounds as you waited for the fellow nurse to help.

"We don't have time get me scalpel and forceps now." You demanded, your hands bloodied from his wounds as you tried to stop the bleeding.

"Hold him down while I remove these." You said, skipping over the anesthesia.

"Sorry Kyle." You half heartedly apologized before digging into his wounds to remove the bullets.

Under your touch you could hear him gasp for air, his leg began to twitch as he tried to fight the other doctors off. His knuckles turned to that of white as his grip became harder his toes curling at the sound of his own skin and blood.

In pain he yelled out an incomprehensible sounds, his voice was coarse as tears and sweat rolled down his face.

"Almost done." You said trying your hardest to avoid injuring him further. He could only breath harder as he felt himself become dizzy, his mind was foggy from the constant pain.

"Done get him cleaned up."

Letting out a sigh of relief you watched as the other doctors rolled him away. His tired eyes met yours for a moment before he disappeared behind the curtains.

"(Y/n)! Where's gaz?" Soap along with Price came running in.

"He's getting cleaned up, he'll be fine I patched him up,"

The two men sighed in unison as a rush of relief washed over everyone.

"Thank you, so much." Price patted your back, as Soap did the same.

"He'll have to be off field for a while, I'll keep him here for the time being."

Price wasn't going to argue, he never tested your skills nor ever questioned your decision, the same for Gaz.

Gaz had been a life long friend, you two sighed up for the military together, served together till your injury making you unable to do field work, but that never stopped you.

Because of Gaz, he encountered you to continue to peruse your medical path as he worked along side you to make it happen.

You admired him for that, so much that you fell in love with him.

He didn't treat you like some other woman or be biased because you seemed weak, but instead he treated you with respect and kindness.

His kind soul and encouragement was what kept you going.

But to see him injured and hurt, put you at your worst. It made it hard to work, to think...to live knowing he was hurt and you weren't there to help sooner.

He never blamed you for that but you blamed yourself knowing that he bestowed you with such trust and yet you couldn't trust yourself enough.

"I wanna see him." Soap demanded in a way that he sounded desperate. "I-I should've been there dammit." He cursed feeling this overwhelming guilt.

"Soap, he's going to be alright. I'll go check on him right now and call you if he's awake."

Soap nodded, watching as you disappeared down the corridor.

"Gaz?"

You knocked a few times before hearing him mumble a low "come in."

Opening the door you saw him sitting up, his head had been bandaged and his clothes had been changed.

"Are you doing alright?"

You asked sitting on the edge of his bed.

"Much better, thanks (y/n)." He smiled rubbing his hand against your shoulder.

"I was so worried." You said trying not to cry in front of him, but he knew that look all too well.

Grabbing your shoulders he bought you into a warm hug. "But you saved me and that's all that matters." He whispered, despite being the injured one, he couldn't help but comfort you.

He was always the type to worry about you first, even if you'd never realize it, he knows that you were always first.

"Kyle, I thought I almost lost you- and I- "

You choked on your words as tears began to build up. "I was so scared." You cried into his shoulder trying to stay composed but ultimately failing.

"I don't give up that easily."

He joked feeling you chuckle against his shoulder.

"I would never leave you."

He said drawing you back from his shoulder he held you watching as your eyes met his.

The redness of your eyes to the dark circles from never getting enough sleep, all led him to believe that he loved you even more than he thought he used to.

"You promise?" You asked, your voice becoming more hoarse as you struggled to retain the tears.

"Promise."

As a way to keep that promise he moved his hands to your cheeks bringing your head closer to his, placing a warm and passionate kiss upon your lips.

His chapped ones matched yours as the two of you kissed.

"I love you (y/n)."

"I love you too Gaz."

"Erm am I interrupting something?"

"Get out Soap."