COD Oneshots

Home (Gaz)

Gaz sat in his garden, the late afternoon sun casting a golden hue over the lush greenery that surrounded his home. The smell of sizzling meat and the laughter of his comrades filled the air, creating a warm and welcoming atmosphere. He leaned back in his chair, a satisfied smile tugging at his lips as he watched his friends gather around the BBQ, joking and chatting as the evening unfolded.

But his attention was focused elsewhere—on Y/N, who was effortlessly blending in with the group. She was standing near the grill, laughing at something Roach had said, her eyes crinkling at the corners with genuine amusement. She looked radiant, the sun casting a soft glow on her face, and Gaz felt a surge of warmth in his chest just watching her.

This BBQ wasn't just a casual get-together; it was his way of introducing Y/N to the most important people in his life. She meant everything to him, and he wanted her to be a part of this circle, to know the people who had become like family to him.

As he watched her, he felt a gentle nudge on his shoulder. He turned to see John, who had taken a seat beside him, a knowing smile on his face.

"She's fitting in well," John remarked, nodding towards Y/N and Roach, who were now in a deep conversation, both laughing at some shared joke.

Gaz chuckled softly, his gaze never leaving her. "Yeah, she is," he replied, his voice filled with affection. There was something about the way she moved, the way she effortlessly connected with his friends, that made his heart swell with pride and love.

John took a sip of his drink, his eyes flickering between Gaz and Y/N. "You've got it bad, mate," he teased lightly, though his tone was warm and sincere.

Gaz grinned, leaning back in his chair. "You have no idea," he admitted. There was a pause, and then he added, more softly, "If I had a flower for every time I thought about her, I could walk through my garden forever."

John smiled at the poetic sentiment, understanding the depth of emotion behind those words. "She's special, Gaz. It's good to see you happy."

Gaz nodded, feeling a sense of contentment he hadn't known in a long time. "She is. She's everything."

They sat in companionable silence for a moment, just watching the scene before them—Y/N laughing with Roach, the camaraderie of the group, the warmth of the setting sun. It was perfect, Gaz thought, better than he could have imagined.

And as the evening wore on, with the sun dipping below the horizon and the garden lights casting a soft glow over the gathering, Gaz knew he had everything he needed right there. His comrades and Y/N—who had brought a kind of peace and happiness into his life that he never thought he'd find.

He reached out, clinking his glass with John's, a silent toast to the life he was building, one that he hoped would include Y/N forever.

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That night, as the house quieted down after the lively BBQ, Gaz found himself lying in bed, his thoughts swirling with the events of the day. The echoes of laughter and conversation had faded, leaving behind a comforting stillness. He watched as Y/N moved around in the bathroom, her reflection visible in the half-open door. She was brushing her hair, her movements unhurried, a soft smile playing on her lips as she caught his gaze in the mirror.

She hadn't fully moved in with him yet, but it was a gradual transition they both welcomed. Almost every night, she was there with him, filling his home with warmth and a sense of completeness he hadn't realized he was missing until she came into his life.

As he lay there, the dim light of the bedside lamp casting a warm glow over the room, a thought began to take shape in his mind. It was something that had been lingering at the back of his mind for a while, but now, after seeing her effortlessly connect with his friends, it seemed more pressing, more necessary.

He wanted her here, always. Not just almost every night, but every night. He wanted to know she was safe, close, sharing not just his home but his life in every way possible. The idea of spending the rest of their lives together filled him with a deep sense of contentment and anticipation.

Suddenly, the words slipped out before he could second-guess himself. "Move in with me," he said, his voice steady but tinged with a vulnerability that only she could bring out in him.

Y/N paused, turning to look at him fully, her eyes searching his. "What did you say?" she asked softly, her expression a mix of surprise and curiosity.

Gaz sat up slightly, propping himself on one elbow as he met her gaze. "I want you to move in with me," he repeated, more confidently this time. "I need you here, every day, every night. I want to know you're safe, that you're close. I want us to start our life together—really start it."

For a moment, there was silence, the weight of his words hanging in the air. Then, a smile spread across her face, one that reached her eyes and made them sparkle with the same warmth that had drawn him to her in the first place.

"You mean it?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"More than anything," Gaz replied, his heart pounding as he watched her reaction. He hadn't realized just how much he needed her until he said the words out loud.

Y/N walked over to the bed, sitting down beside him, her hand finding his. She looked at him, her expression soft, filled with the same love and certainty that he felt. "Then yes," she said simply, her thumb brushing over his knuckles. "I'll move in. I want that too."

Relief and happiness washed over him in equal measure, and he pulled her into his arms, holding her close. The future he had envisioned, one filled with quiet nights like this and the simple joy of knowing she was there with him, felt closer than ever.

As they settled into bed, Y/N curled up against him, Gaz felt an overwhelming sense of peace. He couldn't wait for the rest of their lives together, for all the moments they would share, the highs and the lows, the laughter and the quiet comfort of nights like this. He drifted off to sleep with her in his arms, knowing that with her by his side, everything was exactly as it should be.