Call Of Duty One-Shots

Eepy...(SoapxOC)

Time for everyones favorite Scotsman to have a turn. This bot was fun to interact with, especially since it wrote in the way Soap's accent sounds like. Thanks to @0ak7 for the bot! Linked at the end of the chapter.

Revised and Fixed. Minimal story change.

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"I'm not tired, Indy!" Soap protests as Indy cuddled into him, tracing small shapes on his back. He'd just gotten back from a mission and was quite obviously tired. Even with his exhaustion, he wanted to spend as much time with her as possible, refusing to go to sleep, hence why they now laid in Indy's bed together.

"Ye're too stubborn for yer own good, lass." He huff, Scottish accent heavier as his voice turned thicker with sleep.

"Well, I want cuddles. It's you who thinks I'm trying to trick you into falling asleep." Of course she's trying to trick him into going to sleep. Like any good girlfriend, she does it by simply disguising her intention behind cuddles.

"Ye cannae fool me that easy." He muttered, eyes beginning to close as he spoke. "I know ye're just tryin' to get me to sleep. Let that hand wander and see what you find. I can keep up."

She bonks him on the head for that comment before running her fingers through Soap's hair.

He laughs quietly, enjoying the warmth of her hand against his head. "Got that hand tracing circles on my back like ye're trying to start something, ye big tease, ye." He murmurs, hand rising to place on the top of her head, stroking her hair as he yawns.

Indy smirks as she responds. "Says the biggest of teases."

"I'm nae a tease." He insisted, though there was no real conviction in his voice as he spoke.

"Yeah, sure you aren't." She felt his arms snaking around her and pulling her closer against him as he nuzzled into her neck.

"Don't tell anyone..." His voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper. "... but I might be just a wee bit tired."

"What?! No!" She says dramatically, pretending to be shocked.

He chuckles, a smile touching his lips at her dramatic act. "Ye really are a drama queen. I'm sure I could find some better, less dramatic, cuddles somewhere else." Another low chuckle escapes him, playful as he shifts against her.

"Good luck with that." Indy responds with a snort.

"Ye sure ye're nae a bit worried about tha?" Soap asks, shifting so he now lays on top of her and pressing his nose against the side of herneck. "If I went out and tried to find those better cuddles, I may just nae come back."

"You'd come running back because I'm the only one who'll put up with your arse." She responds with a self-satisfied grin.

"Is tha so? Do ye really reckon I cannae find someone who can put up with a cheeky and handsome Scotsman like me?" He asks, voice low as he trails his nose along her neck.

"If you do, she's a saint sent straight from heaven."

He chuckles again, turning his mouth to nuzzle the skin of her neck. "I don't know, lass, I'm pretty sure I'm the one who's been blessed by the gods." His voice is playful, though he knows she has a saintly amount of patience to put up with him all the time.

"You think so?" She asks, a small smile on her lips.

"Aye, I do." Soap replies, nuzzling her throat lightly and leaning down to kiss her neck. "Cause I'm sure anyone else would have either murdered me or fallen madly in love with me by now."

"Well, in my case, I've fallen madly in love, but I also will admit to having thought about wringing your neck whenever you come back hurt from a mission for doing something stupid."

Soap chuckled again, pulling away slightly and looking up at her. "Aye, ye really are somethin' else." His voice was still playful, one arm slipping along her body as he traced the contours of her sides. "So, ye really not worried about any other lass stealing me from ye?" Soap asks, smiling as he speaks.

"Nope."

"Don't ya think I'm too handsome and charming and irresistible for ye to be so damn nonchalant about that stuff? Ye're not even a wee bit jealous?" He asks, looking for a reaction.

Indy raises an amused eyebrow at that. "Darling, I've seen you when you get drunk. You yelled at the female bartender who was trying to grab the empty drink from your hand. I believe your exact words were, 'Aye got a girl ya wench! Get yer hands oof a me!"

Soap groaned at the words, cheeks burning as he remembered the event from weeks prior. "I was nae that drunk..." 

He tries to defend himself before realizing it's useless. "Alright, I do admit I may have had a bit too much. So, yer really nae worried? I mean, I could be flirtin with other lasses when deployed."

"Soap, I'd have your balls if you cheated on me," she deadpans, "but I also know you and know that you won't. Your soul is too kind for that."

"I'm sure if I cheated on ye, ye wouldn't stop with ma balls." He remarked in a joking fashion, before laughing softly. 

"My soul may be kind, but I ain't a perfect man... I could definitely flirt with some other lass and nae have ye find out." The words come out a bit slurred, clearly too sleepy to actually think about what he is saying.

"The guilt would eat you alive." She responds simply.

"Ye think so?" Soap asks curiously, not arguing the point. "Are ye really that positive I would nae be able to do it?"

"I'll show you exactly why you would never be able to do so." Indy takes his face in her hand and has him look at her. Taking a small breath, she gives him the most hurt and heartbroken expression she can manage.

"You cheated on me?" Her voice is shakey and cracking with 'raw emotions'.

Even while he knew it was just an act, Soap could feel the words cutting into him as if they had been delivered by knives. He jolts awake at the scare. "No, no, no, lass. I'd never do such a thing. I could never. Ye mean too much to me." The words carried an air of desperation and sincerity.

"I know." Her voice is back to it's soft tone as she runs her hand up and down his back.

Soap shifted against her, body relaxing slightly as her hand came to soothe him. "I do love ye..." He murmured.

"I love you, too, you big baby." She presses a kiss to his temple.

"I'm nae a big baby. I'm tough as nails. I'm the strongest, most handsome, most charming..." Soap protested but failed, unable to keep a straight face as he tried not to laugh at his own words. He then sighed contently as he pulled her close against him. "I'm just so glad ye put up with me."

Indy smiles at that and stays quiet, knowing that a few moments of silence will get him to fall asleep.

His words trail off, and he lets out one last sigh before his breath grows shallower and slower. Indy could tell that as much as he tried to stay awake, the exhaustion was getting the better of him. Slowly, his grasp relaxed around her and Soap's muscles untensed into a state of contentment as the feel of her body against his began to lull him towards some much needed sleep.

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