Various Male characters x Male/GN/FTM Reader Oneshots

Back to Life - Task Force 141 x Gender Neutral Reader

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How.. How could everything go to shit so quickly?! That's what was on the 141's mind. Everything was sailing smoothly. Clearing buildings, killing any enemy soldiers, searching for computers or papers or anything useful. The 5 of them were scoping out an overtaken home. Price and Gaz were checking the downstairs, while Soap, Ghost and Y/N were checking out the upstairs. Soap was going through the room's that has already been scoped out. While Ghost and Y/N were checking out the uncleared rooms.

"Be ready." Ghost said. Y/N nodded in reply and pointed their rifle at the door. Ghost opened the door but before any of them could react, an enemy soldier opened fire. Ghost took them out and turned around to see if Y/N was okay. But they weren't. They got shot, multiple times. Soap rushed over, heading the shots. "You guys okay?" He asked. Y/N backed into the wall and slumped down. "Jesus.. Gaz, Price! Get up here!" Soap yelled downstairs.

Ghost grabbed his medkit and started to treat the gunshot wounds to the best of his ability. Price and Gaz rushed up the stairs and to Y/N. "We need medivac, asap!" Price shouted into his radio. "Soap, let's go check the house for better medical supplies." Gaz and Soap each took one floor, tearing up the house for something better than a army issued kit. "Let's take him downstairs." Price and Ghost grabbed them by their arms and legs and set them downstairs in the living room.

Ghost checked their pulse, it was weak but then it was gone. "Shit.. We're too late." He took his hand away. Soap and Gaz walked to the living room, carrying some medical supplies and a bottle of tequila. "We found some supplies to treat him. I bet we can remove the bullet here." Gaz said as they both set the supplies down on the coffee table. "Y/N's gone, ain't they? I see yer looks.." A sad look all in everyone's eyes. Price nods as he speaks in the radio again. "We have one KIA. Requesting transport."

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"What are we gonna do now?" Gaz asks. "They'll be sent to their family, if they have one." Ghost says, his arms crossed and trying not show any signs of sadness. "This fuckin' sucks. We just got a new teammate and they're gone. I really liked em." Soap bit the inside of his mouth to stop himself from crying. "Y/N was a good solider. And a friend if you needed it." Price tries to lighten the situation. "You should say that in your speech, Cap." Gaz leans back in his seat.

Their conversation stopped when rustling happens from the body bag. "The zombie apocalypse is starting! We have to escape!" Soap yelled. "The zombie apocalypse isn't starting dumbass. But what the actual hell.." Gaz looks in curiosity and in fear. Ghost unzips it. "No dont unzip it! You'll get bit, L.T." Soap rushes over. Y/N sits up. "Holy fuck!" They're breathing heavy. "They certainly don't look like a zombie." Ghost says, not entertaining the situation. "How is this happening?" Price's brain is fried, trying to process this. Not even his rationality can explain how Y/N who was dead for around 14 minutes is now, well alive and breathing.

"I don't know. It was black. I saw a light too. People were waving, signaling to come towards them. So I did. But they were actually signaling me to go back. So I did. Now I'm here. And I don't know what's going on." Y/N rambled, they were certainly not in a good headspace as they were covered in sweat. "Steaming jesus.." Soap was completely shocked. "We're just glad you're okay." Gaz patted Y/N on the shoulder "I cant believe this. How are you okay?" Price was also shocked. "We'll take you to the hospital so you and your little miracle can be checked out properly." Ghost said.