COD Oneshots

A Blast from the Past (Gaz)

Kyle Garrick, or Gaz, as everyone knew him, still vividly remembered his days at the academy. It was a time of rigorous training, relentless competition, and forming bonds that would last a lifetime. Among the sea of recruits, there was one who had always stood out: Y/N.

She was a prodigy, a natural at everything she did. Whether it was marksmanship, hand-to-hand combat, or tactical simulations, Y/N excelled effortlessly. Her determination was inspiring, and her skills were unparalleled. Gaz admired her from the moment they first sparred, and they quickly became friends. They trained together, pushed each other to their limits, and shared dreams of their future in the military.

But then, one day, Y/N disappeared. She didn't show up to training, her bunk was empty, and no one seemed to know where she had gone. Gaz was left with unanswered questions and a void where his friend had been. He tried to find out what had happened, but all his inquiries hit dead ends. Eventually, he had to move on, though he never forgot her.

Years passed. Gaz rose through the ranks, becoming a key member of the SAS. Missions took him to the far corners of the globe, and the stakes grew higher with each assignment. Despite the passage of time, the memory of Y/N lingered at the back of his mind, a lingering shadow of what might have been.

It was during a particularly high-stakes mission in the snowy mountains of Eastern Europe that the past came crashing into the present. Gaz and his team were tasked with infiltrating a heavily fortified enemy base to extract crucial intelligence. The mission was going smoothly until they encountered a group of elite soldiers guarding the central command.

A fierce firefight ensued, bullets flying and shouts echoing through the frozen air. Gaz found himself separated from his team, facing off against a masked opponent. Their movements were fluid, precise, and eerily familiar. The fight was intense, a deadly dance of fists and feet, each move countered by the other.

Gaz's opponent delivered a series of rapid strikes, forcing him to retreat. But he recovered quickly, launching a powerful punch that connected squarely with the masked figure's face. The impact was enough to knock the eyepiece off, revealing a pair of strikingly familiar eyes.

He froze, heart pounding. Those eyes. He knew those eyes.

"Y/N?" he breathed, disbelief washing over him.

The masked soldier faltered, momentarily taken aback. In that split second, the recognition was mutual. Gaz could see the shock and confusion in her gaze, mirrored by his own.

"Gaz?" she whispered, lowering her guard.

For a moment, time seemed to stand still. The harsh reality of their surroundings faded away, replaced by the memories of their time at the academy. The years apart melted, and they were once again the young recruits who had dreamed of serving together.

"What happened to you?" Gaz asked, lowering his weapon, eyes locked on hers.

Y/N's expression hardened, the coldness of their current reality creeping back in. "It's a long story," she replied, her voice tinged with regret. "I didn't have a choice."

Gaz felt a surge of anger and sadness. "You could have told me. We could have found a way together."

"I couldn't risk it," she said, glancing around warily. "I had to disappear."

Before Gaz could respond, the sounds of battle surged around them, pulling them back into the present. Y/N's gaze flickered with a mix of determination and sorrow. "We're on opposite sides now, Gaz. This is the life we chose."

She turned to leave, but Gaz grabbed her arm. "It doesn't have to be," he said urgently. "Come with me. We can figure this out."

Y/N hesitated, her resolve wavering. But the sound of approaching footsteps made her decision for her. She wrenched her arm free, stepping back. "I can't," she said softly. "Not now."