COD Oneshots

Little family (Soap)

Soap stood outside their small apartment, staring at the closed door. The weight of recent events bore down on him like the burden of a thousand missions. For years, he had lived by a simple code: follow orders, eliminate threats, and survive. But now, faced with impending fatherhood, fear gripped him in a way no enemy ever had.

He remembered the moment Y/N had told him about the pregnancy. His heart, usually steady in the heat of battle, had skipped a beat. Amidst the congratulations and well-wishes from his comrades, a tidal wave of uncertainty crashed over him. Could he be a good father? Would he ever be around enough to see his child grow up?

Y/N had seen his hesitation that day, mistaking it for reluctance. Hurt and confused, she withdrew into herself, believing Soap didn't want the child they had created together. In the weeks that followed, she busied herself with plans for the baby, making decisions alone as she prepared for a future she assumed would be without him.

Soap, however, felt a mix of happiness and anxiety. He wanted this child more than anything, but his insecurities about fatherhood gnawed at him. The silence between them grew, each misunderstanding deepening the chasm that had formed.

Tonight, after a particularly heated argument, Y/N had stormed out. Soap knew he couldn't let her leave like this. He had faced insurgents and survived firefights, but nothing had prepared him for the prospect of losing the woman he loved and the chance to be a father.

He knocked on the door softly, hoping against hope that she would open it. After what felt like an eternity, the door cracked open. Y/N's eyes, once filled with love and trust, now held a guarded uncertainty.

"I'm sorry," Soap began, his voice rough with emotion. "I've been a fool, Y/N. I've been so scared of messing up that I forgot to tell you how much I want this. How much I want to be with you and raise our child together."

Y/N looked at him, her expression softening slightly. "You scared me, Soap," she admitted quietly. "I thought you didn't want this... didn't want us."

Soap shook his head, stepping closer. "I want this more than anything. I want you. I want our family."

Tears welled up in Y/N's eyes as she looked into his earnest face. "I want that too," she whispered, her voice barely audible.

They stood there in the doorway, the weight of their unspoken fears and hopes hanging in the air. Slowly, Y/N reached out her hand, and Soap took it gently in his own.

"We need to talk," she said softly.

Soap nodded, feeling a sense of relief wash over him. They had a long road ahead, filled with challenges and uncertainties, but in that moment, as they stood together in the dimly lit hallway, Soap knew one thing for certain—he would do everything in his power to make things right, to be the partner and father that Y/N and their child deserved.

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In the soft glow of the hospital room, Soap stood beside Y/N, his heart overflowing with love and awe. His eyes were fixed on their newborn son, tiny and perfect in Y/N's arms. The weight of responsibility mixed with an overwhelming sense of joy as he gazed at the little life they had brought into the world together.

Y/N looked tired but radiant, a warrior in her own right for enduring the trials of childbirth. Soap felt a surge of pride and admiration for her strength, for the way she had carried their child with grace and resilience.

"You did amazing, Y/N," Soap murmured, his voice filled with reverence. "I'm so proud of you."

Y/N smiled tiredly, her own eyes shining with tears of exhaustion and happiness. "We did it, Soap. Our little family."

As he reached out to gently stroke their son's tiny fingers, a profound sense of purpose settled over him. For years, his life had been defined by duty and sacrifice, but now, in this moment, everything seemed to come into focus. This, he realized, was what truly mattered – family, love, and the promise of a future together.

Turning to Y/N, he took her hand in his, his voice filled with sincerity. "Y/N, you are incredible. You make me so happy, and I love you more than words can say."

Y/N smiled, her eyes shimmering with tears of happiness and exhaustion. "I love you too, Soap."

Taking a deep breath, Soap felt a surge of nerves mingle with his overwhelming emotions. He had carried a ring with him for months, waiting for the perfect moment. But as he looked at Y/N and their son, he knew that this was the moment he had been waiting for all along.

"Y/N," he began, his voice slightly shaky but determined. "I've loved you from the moment I met you. And seeing you bring our son into this world, I... I can't imagine a life without you. You've made me the happiest man alive, and I want to spend the rest of my life making you just as happy. Will you marry me?"

Y/N gasped, her hand covering her mouth in surprise. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she nodded vigorously, unable to find her voice through the overwhelming rush of emotions.

Soap reached into his pocket, pulling out a small velvet box. With trembling hands, he opened it to reveal a simple yet elegant ring that sparkled in the hospital room's soft light. He slid it onto Y/N's finger, their son nestled between them as a witness to this moment of pure love and commitment.

"I've had this ring for a while," Soap admitted with a gentle laugh, his eyes never leaving Y/N's. "I just... I wanted to wait for the perfect moment. And I think now, right here, with our son in our arms, is as perfect as it gets."

Y/N nodded again, unable to hold back her tears as she threw her arms around Soap, holding him close. "Yes, Soap. Yes, a thousand times yes."

The room seemed to glow with the warmth of their love as they held each other and their newborn son, embracing the start of their journey as not just partners, but as a family bound by love, courage, and the promise of a future filled with endless possibilities.