COD Oneshots

Mission: Fight (Gaz)

The sun was setting over the barren landscape, casting long shadows across the war-torn ground. Kyle "Gaz" Garrick, a dedicated soldier, and invaluable member of Task Force 141, moved with cautious determination through the rubble-strewn streets. His mind, however, was far from the battlefield; it was filled with thoughts of Y/N, the love of his life, waiting for him back home.

The mission had been straightforward: infiltrate, gather intel, and extract. But as is often the case in war, plans quickly went awry. A hidden IED detonated, and Gaz was thrown into the air, landing hard in a ditch. Pain seared through his body, his leg twisted at an unnatural angle. He reached for his radio, but static was all he received in return.

Lying there, the world around him growing dim, Gaz's mind drifted to Y/N. He thought of their last night together before he deployed. The way Y/N had held him close, whispering words of love and promises of a future that seemed so distant now. He could almost feel Y/N's touch, the warmth of their embrace, and the soft scent of their hair.

"I promised I'd come back to you," Gaz whispered, his voice barely audible over the sound of distant gunfire. "I can't break that promise."

His vision blurred, and he struggled to keep his eyes open. Memories flooded his mind – lazy Sunday mornings in bed, stolen kisses in the kitchen, the laughter they shared over silly jokes. Each memory was a lifeline, a tether keeping him from slipping into the void.

He could hear Y/N's voice, clear as day, urging him to hold on, to fight. "You have to come back to me, Kyle. You have to."

With renewed determination, Gaz reached for his sidearm, hoping to signal for help. Every movement was agony, but he pressed on, driven by the thought of Y/N waiting for him. The night was growing colder, and he knew his time was running out.

Just as he was about to lose hope, he heard the unmistakable sound of boots on gravel. His heart pounded as he tried to call out, but his voice was weak. The figures approached, and relief washed over him when he recognized the familiar uniforms of his comrades.

"Gaz! Hang on, mate. We've got you," Soap's voice broke through the haze, strong and reassuring.

Gaz was lifted onto a stretcher, pain flaring through his body, but he managed a weak smile. He clutched Soap's hand, his grip surprisingly strong. "Tell Y/N...tell Y/N I'll be home soon."

"You'll tell 'em yourself, Kyle," Soap replied, his eyes filled with determination. "We're getting you out of here."

As they moved, Gaz's mind drifted once more to Y/N. He imagined their reunion, the joy in Y/N's eyes, the feel of her arms around him. It was a future he had to hold on to, a promise he had to keep.

The journey back to base was a blur of pain and fleeting consciousness. But through it all, one thought remained constant in Gaz's mind: he would survive. He would do anything to get home to Y/N.

And as the medics worked tirelessly to stabilize him, Gaz held on to that thought, refusing to let go. For Y/N, for their future, he would fight with everything he had.

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John hesitated outside Y/N's door, his heart heavy with the burden of delivering difficult news. He took a deep breath, steeling himself for the task at hand, before knocking gently.

Y/N opened the door with a bright smile, relief washing over her at the sight of John. But as she took in his solemn expression, a seed of dread planted itself in her chest.

"John, what's wrong?" Y/N's voice trembled with concern as she ushered him inside.

John took a seat, his gaze meeting Y/N's as he searched for the right words. "Y/N, there's been an incident. Gaz was injured during the mission."

Y/N's heart skipped a beat, fear gripping her like a vice. "Is he...?" she couldn't bring herself to finish the sentence, the words sticking in her throat.

John shook his head quickly, his expression softening with sympathy. "No, no, Y/N. Gaz is alive. He's in surgery right now."

Relief flooded through Y/N, her entire body sagging with the weight lifted from her shoulders. Tears welled in her eyes, threatening to spill over as she processed the news. "Thank God," she whispered, her voice barely above a whisper.

John reached out, placing a comforting hand on Y/N's shoulder. "He's a tough one. He's going to pull through."

Y/N nodded, clinging to John's words like a lifeline. "I need to see him," she said, her voice firm with determination.

John nodded in understanding, rising to his feet. "I'll take you to him," he promised, offering Y/N a reassuring smile.

Together, they made their way to the hospital wing, Y/N's heart pounding with each step. She couldn't shake the image of Gaz lying injured on the operating table, but she held on to the hope that he would be okay.

When they finally reached the surgical ward, Y/N's breath caught in her throat at the sight of Gaz lying unconscious, surrounded by medical personnel. Despite the tubes and wires connected to him, he looked peaceful, almost serene.

Y/N approached slowly, her hand reaching out to brush against Gaz's cheek. "Hang in there, Gaz," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "You're going to make it through this. We'll get through it together."

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As Gaz's consciousness gradually returned, the first thing that greeted his senses was the steady beeping of medical equipment and the faint scent of antiseptic. Slowly blinking his eyes open, he found himself in a hospital room, the sterile surroundings a stark contrast to the chaos of the battlefield.

His gaze wandered around the room until it settled on the figure of Y/N, asleep in a chair beside his bed. The sight of their beloved face brought a rush of emotion, filling Gaz's heart with a warmth he hadn't felt in days.

Despite the pain that still lingered in his body, Gaz couldn't help but smile at the sight of Y/N, their presence a comforting presence in the sterile hospital room. They looked peaceful, their features softened in sleep, and Gaz felt a surge of gratitude that they were safe and by his side.

Careful not to disturb Y/N, Gaz reached out a trembling hand, brushing a strand of hair away from their face. "Y/N," he whispered, his voice rough with emotion.

Y/N stirred, blinking sleepily as they slowly woke. As their eyes met Gaz's, a mixture of relief and joy washed over them. "Gaz, you're awake," they exclaimed, their voice filled with emotion.

Gaz nodded, his heart overflowing with love for Y/N. "I'm okay, Y/N," he assured them, his voice stronger now. "And seeing you here... it's the best thing I could wake up to."

Tears welled in Y/N's eyes as they reached out to grasp Gaz's hand, their touch a lifeline in the midst of uncertainty. "I thought I lost you," they admitted, their voice barely above a whisper.

Gaz squeezed Y/N's hand gently, his own eyes misting with tears. "I'm not going anywhere," he promised, his voice filled with determination. "Remember, I promised to come home to you."