COD Oneshots

Home (Roach)

Roach, a dedicated soldier in the elite military unit known as Task Force 141, eagerly anticipated his leaves, despite the grueling nature of his missions. The thought of returning to his quaint hometown offered a glimmer of solace amid the chaos of war. For Roach, home was more than just a place; it was where Y/N, his childhood friend and neighbor, lived.

Their houses stood across from each other, separated by a narrow street lined with blooming flowers in the spring and blanketed with snow in the winter. Roach cherished the moments spent with Y/N, whether they were sharing stories on her porch, laughing over old memories, or simply enjoying the comforting silence of each other's presence.

Despite the deep feelings Roach held for Y/N, he kept them buried deep within his heart. The fear of what the future held for him, a future where he might not return from his dangerous missions, weighed heavily on him. He couldn't bear the thought of burdening Y/N with the uncertainty and potential heartache.

One warm summer evening, Roach found himself sitting on Y/N's porch swing, the soft creaking of the wood mingling with the sounds of crickets and the distant hum of the town. Y/N handed him a glass of iced tea, her eyes reflecting the golden hues of the setting sun.

"It's good to see you, Roach," she said softly, her smile radiating warmth. "You're always so busy saving the world, I sometimes forget you have time to come home."

Roach chuckled, though his heart ached with the weight of unspoken words. "There's no place like home, Y/N. And no one I'd rather spend my time with."

They sat in comfortable silence for a while, the unspoken connection between them growing stronger with each passing moment. Y/N glanced at him, her eyes filled with a mix of curiosity and concern.

"Do you ever think about...what you'd do if you didn't have to go back?" she asked hesitantly.

Roach took a deep breath, his gaze fixed on the horizon. "Every day," he admitted. "But it's not something I can afford to think about too much. My duty is important, and...I've made peace with that."

Y/N nodded, her fingers lightly brushing against his hand. "Just promise me one thing, Roach. Promise me you'll be careful. That you'll come back."

He looked at her, the depth of his feelings shimmering in his eyes. "I'll do everything I can," he whispered, his voice tinged with the unspoken promise that he wished he could make.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a soft twilight glow over the town, Roach knew that this moment, this fleeting piece of normalcy, was something he would carry with him into the darkest of nights and the most perilous of missions. Though he couldn't confess his love, he hoped that his actions, his dedication to returning home, would speak louder than words ever could.

And so, with a heavy heart but a determined spirit, Roach prepared to leave once more, silently vowing to protect the life and love he cherished back home.