COD Oneshots

Close and comfort (Alex Keller)

Alex Keller sprinted down the dimly lit hallway, his breath coming in ragged gasps. Gunfire echoed off the walls behind him, each bullet a reminder of how close his enemy was. He spotted a small closet door and yanked it open, diving inside without a second thought. Slamming the door shut, he leaned against it, trying to quiet his breathing and still his racing heart.

The closet was pitch dark and incredibly cramped. Alex could feel the shelves digging into his back and the scent of cleaning supplies stinging his nose. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he realized he wasn't alone. Someone else was in the closet with him, their presence unmistakable in the confined space.

"Who's there?" he whispered, his voice barely audible.

"It's Y/N," came the hushed reply, a mixture of surprise and annoyance in their tone. "What are you doing in here?"

"Same thing as you, I imagine," Alex responded, his breath hot against the nape of her neck. "Hiding."

Y/N shifted uncomfortably, her shoulder pressing against his chest. The closet was so small that they were practically on top of each other, every movement causing them to brush against one another. The tension was palpable, a mix of fear, discomfort, and something else neither wanted to acknowledge.

"Just stay quiet," Alex muttered, trying to ignore how close they were. He could feel Y/N's rapid heartbeat against his ribs, matching his own. The footsteps outside grew louder, and Alex held his breath, willing them to pass by.

The enemy moved past the closet, their heavy boots thudding ominously on the floor. Alex and Y/N remained motionless, their faces inches apart. The darkness seemed to close in around them, heightening their awareness of each other's presence.

"Do you think they're gone?" Y/N's whisper was barely a breath against his ear.

"Not yet," Alex replied, his voice low and steady. "We need to wait a little longer."

Alex became painfully aware of how close he and Y/N were. The tiny closet offered no room for personal space, their bodies pressed together in a way that made every movement and breath noticeable. He could feel the heat radiating from her, her breaths soft and shallow against his neck.

Alex tried to focus on the sounds outside, listening for any sign that the enemy might be leaving. But it was impossible to ignore the sensation of Y/N's body against his. Her shoulder was wedged against his chest, her back pressed firmly into his side. His hands, awkwardly positioned in the confined space, brushed against her hip every time he shifted even slightly.

Y/N shifted slightly, trying to find a more comfortable position. Her movement caused her to press even closer to Alex, and he felt a shiver run down his spine. He could smell the faint scent of her shampoo, mixed with the sharp tang of cleaning supplies that filled the closet. It was a strangely intimate setting, made more intense by the danger lurking just outside.

"Sorry," she whispered, her breath warm against his cheek.

"It's okay," he whispered back, trying to keep his voice steady. "Just stay still."

Alex could feel his heart pounding in his chest, each beat reverberating through his entire body. He hoped Y/N couldn't feel it, though he suspected she might. The darkness of the closet only heightened his other senses, making every touch, every sound, more intense. He could feel the fabric of her shirt against his skin, the slight rise and fall of her chest as she breathed.

Outside, the footsteps grew louder, and Alex instinctively pressed closer to Y/N, trying to make himself as small as possible. The movement brought them even closer, their faces now inches apart. He could feel her breath on his lips, the faint tremor of her body against his. The tension was almost unbearable, a mix of fear and an undeniable awareness of each other.