COD Oneshots

Want (Soap)

Soap had always known what he wanted. From the time he was a boy, staring in awe at the parade of soldiers marching through his small Scottish town, he had one clear, unwavering goal: to become a soldier. He wanted to fight for what was right, to protect people, to make a difference in the world. He wanted the camaraderie, the thrill of combat, the honor of serving his country. 

Outside of the battlefield, Soap's life was simple and unencumbered. He enjoyed the freedom of fleeting relationships, preferring the excitement of one-night stands over the constraints of commitment. In his eyes, the transient nature of these liaisons was a necessary counterbalance to the intensity of his professional life. To him, it was an ideal way to live — free, untethered, and focused solely on his duty.

Soap thrived in the military. His real name, John MacTavish, was barely known compared to the nickname that defined him. He was 'Soap,' the soldier who could slip in and out of any situation cleanly, who could wash away the grime of the battlefield with his unwavering resolve and skill. He grew close to his comrades, men who shared his passion and purpose. Together, they faced danger head-on, fighting for those who didn't even know they existed.

But then, Soap met Y/N. She was unlike anyone he had ever met. She wasn't part of the military world; she was an artist, a dreamer, someone who saw beauty in the mundane and found joy in simplicity. When Soap was with her, he felt a warmth and a peace he had never known.

 Suddenly, the danger that once thrilled him now felt like a burden. The idea of risking his life for strangers lost its appeal when he thought about Y/N waiting for him at home.

His once-clear vision of the future began to blur. Instead of the battlefield, he imagined a quiet life. He saw a cozy home, children laughing in the yard, a white picket fence, and Y/N by his side, her smile brighter than any medal he had ever earned. He no longer craved the adrenaline of combat but the calm of a peaceful existence.

The day of their wedding was a turning point. As he stood at the altar, watching Y/N walk down the aisle, Soap knew with absolute certainty that his priorities had changed. He had always known what he wanted, and now he wanted her. He wanted a future filled with love and family, not war and uncertainty.

Right after the ceremony, Soap made a decision that shocked his comrades but felt utterly right to him. He resigned from the military. It wasn't an easy choice, leaving behind the brotherhood, the purpose, and the life he had known. But looking into Y/N's eyes, he knew it was the right one.

Soap bought them the biggest house on a quiet street, surrounded by woods. It was a place where they could build their dreams together, far from the chaos of his former life. The house had a spacious yard where their children could play, a studio for Y/N to create her art, and a workshop for Soap to tinker and build.

Soap had always known what he wanted. And now, standing on the porch of their new home, holding Y/N's hand, he knew this was the want that would never change. He had found his peace, his purpose, and his forever. The soldier in him would always remain, but now, he was also a husband, a future father, and a man deeply in love.