COD Oneshots

Kiss (Soap)

In the dimly lit hallway of the abandoned warehouse, Soap and Y/N stood pressed against the cold, rough wall. Their mission had taken an unexpected turn, forcing them into hiding from the enemy patrols that prowled the corridors.

Y/N could feel the tension in the air, the adrenaline pumping through her veins. She glanced at Soap, his features illuminated faintly by the light filtering in from a nearby broken window. Despite the perilous situation, she couldn't help but notice how his eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint, his rugged appearance contrasting sharply with the seriousness of their mission.

As they listened intently for any sign of approaching footsteps, Soap leaned closer to Y/N, his voice barely above a whisper. "You look stunning tonight," he murmured, his breath tickling her ear.

Y/N's heart skipped a beat, a mixture of nervousness and exhilaration washing over her. Soap had always been a flirt, his charm part of his persona even in the most dangerous of situations. But with her, she sensed a deeper connection, a consistent warmth in his gaze that made her pulse quicken.

Before she could respond, the echo of footsteps reverberated down the hallway, growing louder with each passing moment. Y/N's mind raced, and in a split-second decision, she turned to Soap, her hand gently cupping his cheek as she pulled him closer. Their lips met in a passionate kiss, a fleeting moment of shared intimacy amidst the chaos surrounding them.

They held onto each other as the footsteps passed by, their hearts pounding in sync with the urgency of their embrace. When they finally broke apart, breathless and wide-eyed, Soap's gaze locked onto hers with an intensity that sent a thrill down her spine.

In that silent exchange, they both acknowledged the unspoken truth between them, the depth of their connection forged through countless missions and shared dangers. Y/N felt a rush of emotions, a mixture of exhilaration and uncertainty about what lay ahead.

Suddenly, Soap broke the tension with a lopsided grin, his eyes twinkling mischievously. "I think he's coming back," he said softly, his voice tinged with humor despite the gravity of their situation. "Quick, you need to kiss me again."

Y/N couldn't suppress a nervous laugh, her cheeks flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and amusement at Soap's audacity. Yet, without hesitation, she leaned in and kissed him once more, their lips meeting in a brief but fervent embrace.

As they pulled away, their eyes met once more, sharing a silent understanding that transcended words. In the midst of danger, their bond had deepened, strengthened by the shared vulnerability of their undercover mission.

With renewed resolve, they prepared to continue their mission, their steps synchronized as they moved forward together, guided not only by their training but also by the unspoken connection that bound them—something that went beyond the thrill of danger and the rush of adrenaline.

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As the days passed and the mission progressed, Soap and Y/N found themselves holed up in a safe house, poring over the intel they had managed to gather. The atmosphere between them was tinged with an unspoken tension, a lingering weight from the intimate moment they had shared in the midst of danger.

Soap couldn't help but steal glances at Y/N as she sat at the table, engrossed in reading the report he had written. Her lips moved silently as she absorbed the information, and Soap's mind drifted back to the sensation of her lips against his during their impulsive kiss in the warehouse hallway. He fought the urge to cross the room and kiss her again, knowing they needed to maintain their focus on the mission.

Y/N sensed Soap's gaze on her, even without looking up from the report. With a hint of amusement in her voice, she chided him gently, "You know, staring at me won't make the intel any clearer. Focus on your work, Soap."

Soap grinned to himself, admiring Y/N's ability to maintain composure even in such moments. "Can't help it," he replied playfully, his tone laced with a flirtatious edge. "You're distracting."

Later that evening, as they lay side by side in the small bed provided by the safe house, the tension between them became palpable. Y/N turned towards Soap in the dim light, her expression soft and contemplative. Soap mirrored her movement, meeting her gaze with equal intensity.

In a quiet, hesitant voice, Y/N broke the silence that hung between them. "We'll be heading back to base tomorrow," she murmured, her fingers tracing invisible patterns on the bedsheet. "I'll miss... being so close to you like this."

Soap's heart skipped a beat at her words, his own emotions swirling with a mix of longing and affection. He reached out to gently brush a strand of hair away from her face, his touch tender. "You mean a lot to me, Y/N," he confessed softly, his voice tinged with sincerity. "More than I can say."

Their eyes locked in a shared moment of understanding, the unspoken feelings between them finally finding a voice. Without another word, they leaned towards each other, their lips meeting in a loving kiss that spoke volumes of their connection.

And as they drifted off to sleep that night, entwined in each other's arms, Soap and Y/N found a fleeting peace in the midst of their tumultuous world, knowing that their love was a beacon of light in the darkness that surrounded them.