COD Oneshots (xReader)

Price - Traitor

I lost the hyperfixation so this'll probably be my last cod oneshot and I really hate this collection so yippeee!!
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Five years. Five years I've been undercover, infiltrating taskforce 141. Five years I've pretended to be a pathetic soldier who just barely manages to keep themself in the ranks. Five years I've been pretending to like the people around me.

I hate them all... with the exception of one. Ghost is too edgy, Soap has way too much ego, Gaz has never even tried to talk to me - but I think he's pretty damn annoying - and Price- Price is different. Price is nice.

The last few months have been getting riskier for me, so I've been sending off the riskier pieces of their information, planning for my exit, my final mission with 141. It was way too perfect, lined up too well. But I went for it. We're sneaking into a party, taking their enemies intel from a security room and leaving. They don't know that their enemy is my ally. Not only does that intel reveal the information I've been leaking, it reveals that I'm the rat. My plan? Calling security on them and sneaking out. Will it actually be that easy? Hell no.

My eyes widen when I'm whisked into the party with only Price. The others had to be sneaking off - which meant Price and I were the distraction. Not good.

"Captain? What's the plan?" I mutter under my breath, just loud enough for him to hear. Of all the types of parties it could've been it just had to be ballroom. Price dances me around like I'm something that can be shown off, my head leaning close to his shoulder.

"We enjoy ourselves while the others work." he grins that same grin of his, the one that makes me want to just give up and join his dumb taskforce for real. He twirls me around and I quietly yelp, pulling him into me as I panic for support. Our chests press flush against eachother, and our faces nearly smack together. He chuckles. Damn that chuckle. This was going so wrong. I can't be dancing with Price, I need to get to the intel before the others do but I'm stuck dancing with the taskforce captain, blushing as red as a tomato.

We keep dancing to the point I can't tell if I'm flustered from him or flustered from the fact my covers going to be blown and I can't do anything about it.

"Captain, are you sure they won't need us? I doubt we can distract everyone from here..." I nervously smile, like I'm not questioning a captains orders.
"They're capable, plus, we're doing just fine here. Look." Price speaks before reaching a hand to my cheek and gently pushing it to look at the security. They're all staring at us. Goddamn it! Why do we have to be such a good distraction?!

A few minutes later we're way too close. Everyone around us is dancing with their partner, slowly and romantically. And of course, we can't stand out too much, so I'm stuck against Captain Prices chest. The weakness is humiliating.
"...you're sure they don't need us?" I ask again, just to be sure, but I'm practically pleading at this point. Price chuckles again, shaking his head. His hands rest on my sides as we slow dance. Maybe if this wasn't so risky I'd enjoy it. Maybe in another life.

I flinch as my earpiece whirs, a loud crackle and a high pitch ring. My comms to 141 have been cut, too sudden to be an error. I look up at Price, his eyes widen as his hands slowly retract, being told something through his earpiece. They know? They know. Well I might as well risk it. Just as I move to go and tell security, my wrist is grabbed. I twist but Price's grip just tightens. I'm pulled to him again, trapped in the dance.

"What are you doing?" I ask, eye twitching as I keep trying to pull away.
"Keeping you here... keeping you from ruining the mission," He answers casually, "the whole time? Really, Y/n? The whole time you were with us - you were with them?" His voice is low and incredibly intimidating as his grip harshens.
"Let go or I scream." I threaten.
"Scream and I kill you." He retorts.
"Fine, then you get yourself in deeper shit." I retort back. His hand slips over my mouth tightly.
"I thought I could trust you." He growls, "You don't feel any remorse, any guilt?"
I shake my head in response, Prices face softens slightly into a look of hurt. I lied a little. Price wasn't just nice. He was caring, like a best friend I definitely shouldn't have let myself have. A guy I shouldn't have repeatedly flirted with, a guy I should've known I couldn't have. Everyday he made me wonder if I could just go MIA on my allies and join his taskforce as myself instead. Now it was too late.

"Was it part of your mission to make me care?" He asks. I shake my head.
"You just did it to be cruel?" He jumps to conclusions, his eyes narrowed. I shake my head again. "Then why the hell did you- just... don't scream." He took his hand away from my mouth. I blink rapidly in surprise. Was he really risking this just to find out why I did what I did?
"Did you ever like me at all, or do traitors not have bloody hearts?" He grumbles. I freeze in his grip. What kind of like did he mean?
"I never liked you." I lie. I can't tell the truth, that's just how I get humiliated even further.

"...then why flirt? Why get so close to me and not the others? Did you ever love me back?" He asks, definitely stressed as he tries to grasp onto shreds of hope. Love him back? ...back? He loves me? well, probably love-d now. I saw Soap and Ghost start to creep out of the party. I had to do something. Something... something... something.

I leaned up and kissed Price. One of my most stupidest ideas. Wrong in so many ways. He froze as I pressed the gentle kiss to his lips, kissing back eventually. It managed to get his grip to loosen. I had to use it, had to pull away - but I really couldn't. A faint hint of bourbon, a massively strong taste of cigars - the mixture of his addictions were addictive to me. I pulled back, regrettably so.
"That's my answer..." I breathe out, ripping myself from his grasp. "I will see you again." It wasn't just a goodbye, it was a promise. I had to see him again. Had to. I dash through the ballroom, shoving past party guests to sick security on the taskforce.

this was barely a oneshot but sshh