COD Oneshots

Running Into Fate (Soap)

In the brisk morning air, Lieutenant John "Soap" MacTavish laced up his running shoes, preparing for his usual morning run. It was a routine he cherished, a time to clear his mind before the chaos of the day consumed him. As he jogged along the familiar route near the military base, his thoughts drifted to the tasks awaiting him.

Amidst the rhythmic pounding of his footsteps, Soap noticed a figure ahead, appearing lost in thought. As he drew closer, he didnt recognized the young woman, Y/N, standing by the side of the path, looking somewhat flustered. She looked out of place in her yellow sundress and her locks of hair gently flowing around her face.

He approached her thinking it was just another barack bunny, ready to just shoo her away, like he had done multiple times before.

"Morning," Soap greeted, slowing his pace as he approached. "Everything alright?"

Y/N's attention snapped to Soap, her expression a mix of surprise and uncertainty. "Oh, uh, hi," she stammered, adjusting her bag strap nervously. "I'm just... trying to find Lieutenant Price's office. Do you happen to know where it is?"

Soap raised an eyebrow, a flicker of annoyance crossing his features. Another groupie of military men, he assumed. "Yeah, it's back that way," he replied, pointing in the direction she had come from. "Can't miss it. Big sign."

Y/N nodded gratefully, offering a quick "Thanks" before scurrying off in the indicated direction. Soap watched her go, a hint of irritation lingering in his mind. 

The encounter lingered in Soap's thoughts throughout the day, distracting him during meetings and briefings. It wasn't until later, during a scheduled briefing, that he found himself face to face with Y/N once again. This time she was dressed in Camo pants and a military green shirt that hugged her curves just perfectly. For a brief moment he thought about what it would feel like to run his hands on her skin under her Shirt, what noises would she make when he teased her. Maybe even what her face looked like when he would bring her close to... No he had to push those thought aside. They were here to do their jobs afterall.

His irritation softened into curiosity as he realized she was more than just a passing admirer.

Throughout the meeting, Soap couldn't shake the feeling of familiarity that lingered between them. Y/N seemed determined to prove herself, asking thoughtful questions and taking notes with a diligence that caught Soap's attention.

By the end of the briefing, Soap found himself impressed by Y/N's demeanor and eagerness to learn. As the other attendees filed out of the room, he made his way over to where she stood, gathering her things.

"Y/N, right?" Soap said, offering a friendly smile. "I didn't realize you were a new recruit."

Y/N's eyes widened in surprise, but she returned his smile, albeit somewhat sheepishly. "Yes, sir," she replied. "Just joined up a few weeks ago. Still trying to find my footing."

Soap nodded, a sense of understanding settling between them. "Well, welcome aboard," he said, extending a hand. "I look forward to working with you."

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As training sessions unfolded in the following days, Soap found himself drawn to observing Y/N's movements with a growing sense of fascination. There was a fluidity to her actions, a gracefulness that belied her relative inexperience in comparison to the seasoned soldiers around her.

During combat drills, Soap couldn't help but notice the precision with which Y/N executed each maneuver. Her movements were deliberate yet agile, a testament to her dedication to mastering her craft. Whether it was hand-to-hand combat or firearms training, she approached each task with a quiet determination that impressed Soap.