COD Oneshots (xReader)

Soap - Undercover Couple

There's not much speech in this which is alright because I hate speech. I don't even know how conversations work at this point. Soap has a total of like three lines
Fem Reader

I was exhausted. Beyond exhausted. When we agreed to go undercover we didn't know we were going to get quite as involved as we've had to. Soap grunted as we threw another one of our own soldiers onto a pile. I'm just grateful we haven't actually had to kill anyone...yet.
"That's it. We can't stay here anymore. We need to grab the data and just go," I sighed, trying to wipe the dried blood from my palms.
"We can't do that- they still haven't caught onto us yet," he turned to me, brushing himself off.
"How long until they make us kill our own? I'm not becoming a traitor," I argued. I knew he didn't want to stay either, but a job is a job. He lifted his hands to my face, tucking some hair behind my ear. My whole posture softened at his touch.
"I know, I know. But- your radio is blinking," he stepped back. My shoulders quickly tensed, picking up the radio and tuning it to a secure channel. No one has tried to contact us in months, what was this about?

The code question was said and I provided the code answer, a thirty second pause of silence and they started talking.
"We're planning an attack. Are you able to help?" Price spoke.
"Yes, what do you need?" I kept my voice down, even though we were already in a secluded spot.
"We need all the data for the facility and a way in. Can that be done?"
"Yes sir," I looked up to Soaps curious face, giving him a reassuring smile
"Great. I'll send you the timings. You'll be coming back home soon. Over and out." A buzz signified he was gone. I switched the channel, clipping the radio back to my trouser waistband.
"We're going home," I flung my arms around Soap, capturing him in a bone crushing hug. That truly had great timing.
"Really? Was it Price?" He hugged back
"Yeah, they're not stalling an attack anymore," I grinned, "Come on, let's get to my office," I grabbed his hand, dragging him back to the facility.

We made our way to a bathroom first, thoroughly cleaning the blood off our uniforms and hands. It wasn't like we shouldn't have it on us, we were ordered to move the bodies, but in these hallways you'd only attract unwanted attention if you weren't presentable. I smoothed Soaps hair down just before leaving, him carefully making mine neat too. We finally made it to my office door, head of security, a fake name on the name plaque. Not like the special title meant anything, I always ended up with the dirty work. Soap was my own enforcer, my guard, assigned to me out of pure luck. He stood by the door as I checked all the timings, disguised as a work rotor. I went through the data on my computer, finding a map. I replied with the image. I'd have to find someone with more importance for more data, fortunately everything was going down tomorrow, so we could just do it all now. I downloaded extra random data onto a usb stick, flipping it in my fingers before dropping it into my pocket. As I walked to the door I couldn't stop thinking about getting out of here finally. All this time my relationship with soap had to be kept secret, our only way to ever show our affection would be outside the facility when dumping bodies. We were in separate rooms with guarded hallways, even my office always had visitors. I couldn't wait to finally be able to kiss him without worrying about being seen. I nodded at him, walking out into a bright corridor.

"Boss's office," I subtly tugged on his sleeve, changing our direction. He was out on a business trip, we just have to hope no one's office-sitting. Once we'd got to the fancy door it had no guards, but did have a lock. We didn't have a key, so lock-picking was the only answer. We weren't out of the way, but it had to be done. I crouched down, hiding behind Soap as I started to work on the lock. I was two pins in when someone started to walk up to us. I quickly did the rest superhumanly fast before pulling my equipment out and shoving it all in my pockets. I backed off, looking at the lock obnoxiously.
"What are you two doing?" A guard asked, hands on his belt.
"Checking out the lock. It seems to be out of date compared to all the others in the building, I must put it on the security risk list," I straightened up, turning to the guard, "you can never be too safe," i raised an eyebrow at him, expecting him to brush it off.
"I know what you mean, the wife bugged me about changing our lock for almost 7 years, then we were broken into and I lost everything I was worth - then she divorced. Wonder what the bitch would think if she knew I was working here..." he calmly walked off, not a single ounce of suspicion on his mind. He sure did overshare. I slipped into the room with soap, quickly closing the door.