COD Oneshots

Keeping her alive (Soap)

John "Soap" MacTavish burst through the door with the force of a thunderstorm, his eyes scanning the room for any signs of life. The acrid scent of gunpowder and the faint metallic tang of blood assaulted his senses, but he pushed it aside, focusing on his mission: rescue Y/N.

He saw her immediately, lying still on the cold concrete floor, her body eerily motionless. Standing over her was a young man in enemy uniform, his face pale with shock. The man's hands trembled, his eyes wide with a mixture of horror and disbelief.

"I didn't mean to kill her," the enemy soldier stammered, his voice shaking.

Soap's heart clenched at the sight of Y/N's lifeless form. Rage bubbled up inside him, but he fought to keep it in check. He needed information before he acted.

"What happened here?" Soap demanded, his voice a low, dangerous growl.

The young soldier swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing nervously. "It was an accident. I... I didn't mean to. We were supposed to keep her alive, but she fought back. I tried to restrain her, and she... she hit her head."

Soap's eyes flicked to Y/N's body, noting the bruise forming on her temple. He took a deep breath, willing himself to stay calm. "Step away from her," he ordered.

The soldier complied, raising his hands in surrender. Soap quickly moved to Y/N's side, his fingers searching for a pulse. For a moment, there was nothing, and panic clawed at him. But then, faint and weak, he felt a heartbeat. Relief washed over him, but it was fleeting. She needed medical attention, and fast.

Soap looked up at the enemy soldier, who was now shaking visibly. "You're coming with us," Soap said. "You're going to help me get her out of here, and if she dies, so do you."

The young man nodded frantically, fear evident in his eyes. Soap lifted Y/N gently, cradling her against his chest. "Let's move," he barked, and the soldier led the way, casting nervous glances over his shoulder.

As they made their way through the enemy compound, Soap stayed alert, his senses heightened. The young soldier's apparent remorse gave Soap a sliver of hope that they might make it out without further bloodshed. They reached an exit, and Soap could hear the distant sound of gunfire—his team was creating a diversion.

"Keep moving," Soap urged, his voice steady despite the chaos around them. The soldier opened a side door, leading them into a narrow alley. Soap's extraction point was close, but every second counted.

As they rounded the corner, Soap's team appeared, their faces lighting up with relief as they saw him. "Get the medic!" Soap shouted, and within moments, Y/N was being tended to by their field medic, who quickly assessed her condition.

"She's stable, but we need to get her to a hospital," the medic reported.

Soap nodded, his attention turning back to the young soldier. "What's your name?" he asked.

"David," the soldier replied, his voice barely above a whisper.

"David, you're coming with us. You're going to answer for what happened here," Soap said, his tone leaving no room for argument.

David nodded, his eyes filled with a mixture of fear and resignation. Soap turned back to Y/N, his heart aching at the sight of her pale face. "Hang in there, Y/N. We're getting you out of here," he whispered, more to himself than anyone else.

As they moved towards the extraction point, Soap felt a surge of determination. He would get Y/N to safety, and he would make sure that those responsible for her capture paid dearly. But for now, all that mattered was keeping her alive.

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John stood in the hospital corridor, his usually composed demeanor fraying at the edges. No one in the Task Force had known about his relationship with Y/N; they had kept it a secret from everyone. But now, as she lay on a hospital bed fighting for her life, the depth of his feelings was impossible to hide.

The team had gathered in the waiting room, their faces etched with concern and exhaustion. Captain Price approached Soap, his sharp eyes not missing the turmoil on his face. "How is she?" Price asked, his voice gruff but tinged with concern.

Soap glanced at the door to the operating room, his jaw clenched. "The doctors are doing everything they can," he replied, his voice strained.

Price studied him for a moment, then placed a hand on his shoulder. "She's a fighter, Soap. She'll pull through."

Soap nodded, but his mind was a whirl of fear and guilt. He replayed the mission over and over in his head, wondering what he could have done differently. The memory of Y/N's lifeless body on the cold concrete floor haunted him, and he couldn't shake the image of her pale face.

Gaz and Ghost exchanged worried glances, the tension in the room palpable. Ghost finally broke the silence. "We didn't know, mate. About you and Y/N."

Soap's eyes flicked to Ghost, his defenses momentarily slipping. "We wanted to keep it professional," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Gaz nodded in understanding. "No need to explain. We get it."

The door to the operating room swung open, and the surgeon stepped out, pulling off his mask. Soap's heart leapt into his throat as he rushed forward. "How is she?"

The surgeon gave a tired but reassuring smile. "She's stable. It was touch and go for a while, but she's going to make it. She'll need time to recover, but she's out of immediate danger."

Relief crashed over Soap like a wave, and for the first time since the rescue, he allowed himself to hope. "Thank you," he said, his voice choked with emotion.

The team watched as Soap's tough exterior crumbled. Price, Gaz, and Ghost shared a knowing look, the unspoken understanding between them deepening. They had always known Soap as a fierce warrior, but now they saw the man beneath the armor—the man who loved deeply and fiercely.

As they were allowed into Y/N's room, Soap sat by her bedside, holding her hand gently. Her face was still pale, but there was a hint of color returning to her cheeks. He brushed a strand of hair from her face, his thumb grazing her temple where the bruise was beginning to fade.

"Hey," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "You scared the hell out of me."

Y/N's eyes fluttered open, and she gave him a weak smile. "You found me," she murmured.

"Always," Soap replied, his eyes shining with unshed tears. "I'll always find you."

The team stood quietly in the doorway, giving them space but offering silent support. Price nodded at Soap, a silent affirmation of his leadership and friendship. They would face whatever came next together, stronger for the bonds they had forged.

As Y/N drifted back to sleep, Soap remained by her side, his heart finally beginning to heal. He knew the road ahead would be tough, but with Y/N and his team by his side, he was ready for anything. And now, there were no more secrets—only the strength and unity of a family bound by trust, loyalty, and love.