COD Oneshots

Love or Duty (John Price)

John Price had always been the rock for his team, both in the chaos of battle and in the rare moments of respite that followed. After a particularly grueling mission, where they had narrowly escaped with their lives intact, John insisted on a night out to unwind. His team, loyal and weary but still high on adrenaline, agreed without hesitation.

They found themselves in a dimly lit bar, where the air was thick with the smell of alcohol and the buzz of conversations. John, ever watchful over his comrades, including Y/N, knew when to let loose but also when to keep a vigilant eye. Y/N, tough as nails and a match for any of them in the drinking department, caught his attention more than usual that night.

She wore a snug dress that accentuated her curves, drawing John's gaze despite his efforts to focus elsewhere. As the drinks flowed, inhibitions lowered, and the banter became harder to decipher through the haze of alcohol, John found himself increasingly drawn to Y/N. There was a protective instinct within him, something deeper than camaraderie.

When a stranger at the bar began flirting with Y/N, John felt a surge of possessiveness that surprised even himself. His fists clenched involuntarily, but he remained seated, watching with intense scrutiny. Y/N handled the situation with her usual mix of indifference and charm, letting the guy buy her a drink before gracefully returning to their table.

She sat down next to John, their legs occasionally brushing against each other. The alcohol in his system amplified every touch, every glance exchanged between them. When it was time to leave and they stood outside, waiting for their ride, John noticed Y/N shivering in the cool night air. Without a word, he draped his jacket over her shoulders, feeling a rush of protectiveness and something more.

Their eyes locked in a moment that seemed suspended in time, the alcohol acting as a catalyst for unspoken truths. And then, almost impulsively, John leaned down and kissed her. It was a mix of passion and relief, a culmination of emotions long suppressed under the guise of duty and friendship.

Y/N responded eagerly, her hands finding their way to John's shoulders as they kissed, the world around them fading into insignificance. For John, it was a revelation — realizing how deeply he cared for her, how much she meant to him beyond their roles as soldiers.

As they pulled apart, breathless and suddenly aware of their surroundings again, John met Y/N's eyes, seeing a reflection of his own feelings mirrored there. They didn't need words to acknowledge what had just happened between them. It was a silent understanding, a connection forged in the midst of chaos and now solidified in the quiet intimacy of that moment.

The ride back was filled with a newfound tension, a different kind of anticipation between them. John knew that their lives would never be the same after this night. He had looked out for Y/N countless times before, but now he knew that his protection extended far beyond the battlefield.

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The morning after that unexpected kiss, John Price found himself grappling with a mix of emotions he hadn't anticipated. As sunlight filtered through the barracks, he lay awake, replaying the events of the previous night in his mind. The weight of his actions settled heavily on his shoulders.

Starting something with a team member was a breach of an unspoken rule he held dear. The camaraderie and trust among his team were paramount, built through blood, sweat, and shared danger. He knew the potential complications, the awkwardness it could introduce, and the risk of jeopardizing the cohesion they depended on in combat.

Yet, despite his reservations, John couldn't shake the memory of Y/N's response to his kiss. There was a rawness in her reciprocation that hinted at mutual feelings, a connection that went beyond their roles as comrades. He found himself torn between hoping she remembered and worrying that she didn't, fearing the potential fallout either way.