Cod x reader oneshots

butterflies | price

Reader is referred to as Lovey. She's Ghost's younger sister.
TW death
sorry... i think

Price's pov.
Flashback (3 weeks before)
Another day in the hospital, one of few that have passed and hopefully not many to come.

Last week we'd gone on a mission that gave Lovey a pretty bad wound. Took her to the doctors and here we are.

"Visit for room 426, please." I told the receptionist. In my hands were cookies and brownies, her favourite treat.

After getting through, I made my way to her room and knocked thrice.

"Come in." I hear it in her voice, the exhaustion evident in it's raspiness and tone.

I walked in, smiling expecting her eyes to be on me yet she was staring out the window to her right.

"Lovey? How ya doin today? Feelin amy better?" I say, placing the treats on the bed. "Got ya your favourite."

She stays silent, her eyes trained on the window.

"Lovey?" I say again, thinking she was just zoned out.

"I've got 3 weeks." she finally said and I feel my heart drop.

What?

"What do you mean?"

I know exactly what she means.

I wish I didn't.

"3 weeks to live." she says, finally looking at me.

"The doctors say that we can keep trying but it's most likely that in a few weeks it's gonna go into my blood stream and... yeah." she mutters as she fiddles with her blanket.

"What?" I ask her, not yet processing the information. She doesn't repeat herself though, she knows she doesn't need to.

It was interesting, really. How much time flew, how much went by. The conversations we've had and the questions we've asked.

The memories we made and the love we shared.

The last time.

The last time I'll ask her anything, the last time I hold her, the last time I feel her breathe.

I will never stop loving you. This is not the last time. This is just the beginning.

"Can we go to the beach tomorrow?" she asks. "I wanna see the sunrise." she whispers.

"Of course." anything for her.

And so we did, every day after that.

Narrators pov.
3 weeks later.
The soldiers came in to say their last goodbye's. thank you's. hopes and dreams.

Ghost walks in, staring at his sister.

He hates the sight, it's been terrorising his mind for the past month. The sight of her sister on a hospital bed where she should be is her childhood bed. The one where they'd spend time talking while the glasses shattered behind the doors. The one where he'd comfort her for night terrors.

Now he was having them, and she won't there to comfort him.

The tears brim her eyes as she whispers his name. "Si." she says, the tears falling freely now.

"Fuck." he says before rushing to her, gently bringing her up into his arms.

In that moment, the soldiers watch solemnly. The bond unbroken, bound by blood. bound by faith. bound by love.