COD Oneshots

Battle (Roach)

Roach was known for his resilience, a soldier whose nickname belied his true grit on the battlefield. In the heart of combat, he had faced firestorms, bullets whizzing past like angry hornets, and explosions that rattled even the bravest. But through it all, Roach always rose from the dust, ready to fight another day.

His teammates admired his tenacity, calling him Roach because, like the insect, he seemed to survive anything. Yet, amidst the chaos of war, there was a serene anchor in his life – Y/n, his girlfriend. She was his beacon of hope, the reason he fought so fiercely to return to her after each deployment.

Then came the day that shattered his world. A phone call, terse and chilling, delivered the news: Y/n had been in a severe accident. Roach's heart froze as he raced to the hospital, the cacophony of battle replaced by the deafening silence of dread. He found her lying motionless, tubes and wires weaving a fragile lifeline around her still form.

Days blurred into nights as Roach kept vigil by her bedside. He prayed fervently, a soldier pleading for a different kind of salvation. He whispered promises into her ear, promises of a future they had only just begun to imagine together. He held her hand, hoping beyond reason that she would squeeze back, that her eyes would flutter open to meet his.

Time stretched thin, and Roach found himself at the edge of despair. He sat there, his uniform a stark contrast to the sterility of the hospital room, his face etched with worry lines that mirrored the battlefield scars he bore. The doctors spoke in hushed tones, offering statistics and probabilities that meant nothing to a man whose world had narrowed to the fragile rise and fall of Y/n's chest.

Then, a miracle whispered through the stillness. Y/n stirred. It was as if the universe held its breath, waiting for her to awaken. Roach's heart pounded in his chest as he watched her eyelids flutter open, revealing eyes that glistened with recognition. Tears streamed down his face, unbidden and unstoppable, as he whispered her name like a prayer.

Y/n smiled weakly, her voice a fragile whisper. "Roach..."

He gathered her into his arms, holding her as if afraid she might slip away again. "You're awake," he murmured, his voice cracking with relief and love.

She nodded, her fingers curling around his, a silent promise of her own. In that moment, amidst the stark white walls and the antiseptic scent of the hospital, Roach knew that he could survive anything – as long as Y/n was by his side.

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As Y/n's recovery progressed, Roach remained steadfast by her side. Days turned into weeks, and weeks into months, but he never wavered in his devotion. He took leave from his duties, dedicating himself entirely to her well-being. Whether it was in the sterile confines of the hospital room or the familiarity of their home, Roach's presence was a constant source of strength and comfort for Y/n.

During those uncertain days when she lay unconscious, Roach found solace in planning for their future. He meticulously crafted a plan, a gesture of love and commitment that would transcend any battlefield victory. It was a promise he intended to make as soon as she was well enough to hear it.

When the day finally came, when Y/n was strong enough to leave the hospital and return to the warmth of their shared home, Roach knew it was time. With a nervous excitement that rivaled any mission briefing, he prepared himself to ask the most important question of his life.

On a quiet evening, the soft glow of sunset casting a golden hue over their surroundings, Roach knelt beside Y/n's bedside. Her eyes, once clouded with pain and uncertainty, now sparkled with hope and determination. She looked at him, her heart already knowing what was to come.

"Y/n," Roach began, his voice steady despite the butterflies that danced in his stomach, "you've been my strength, my reason to keep fighting. Through every battle, you've been by my side, and I want nothing more than to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?"

Tears welled in Y/n's eyes as she reached out to cup his face, her touch a gentle affirmation of her love. "Yes, Roach," she whispered, her voice filled with emotion. "Yes, a thousand times yes."

In that moment, amidst the echoes of their journey through hardship and healing, Roach slipped a ring onto Y/n's finger. It was a symbol of their resilience, a testament to their unwavering bond. As they embraced, the weight of uncertainty lifted, replaced by the promise of a future filled with love and hope.

Together, they knew they could conquer any challenge that lay ahead. For Roach and Y/n, their love was not just a battlefield, but a sanctuary—a refuge where they would build their lives, hand in hand, forever.