COD Oneshots

Storm (John Price)

John stood on the edge of the dimly lit room, his heart heavy with emotion as he watched Y/N interact effortlessly with his team. The clatter of weapons being cleaned and the low hum of conversation filled the air, but all he could see was her smile—a beacon of warmth amid the chaos of their lives.

She was like a fleeting moment when you drive under a bridge during a thunderstorm: intense, electrifying, and full of beauty, yet so fragile. John had always felt like a lone soldier in a world of darkness, one who had never been worthy of the light that Y/N brought into his life. Her laughter rang out, and it was as if the world had paused, allowing him a glimpse of the future he never dared to dream of.

The team gathered around her, teasing and joking, their camaraderie palpable. John's heart swelled with pride and a twinge of jealousy; they didn't know the depths of her soul as he did. Each interaction seemed to weave her deeper into the fabric of his life, yet he remained a step back, afraid to step into the light he didn't believe he deserved.

"Hey, John!" one of his teammates called out, snapping him from his reverie. "Come join us!"

He hesitated, the weight of his insecurities pulling him down. But Y/N turned, her eyes catching his, and the world around him faded. In that moment, he felt the invisible tether between them strengthen, a pull that beckoned him closer.

"Come on, don't be shy," she encouraged, her voice warm and inviting. "We were just talking about the mission. I want to hear your thoughts!"

With a deep breath, John stepped forward. The sounds of laughter and banter washed over him like the warm glow of a campfire, pushing back against the storm that had always loomed in his heart. He took his place beside her, feeling the magnetic pull between them grow stronger as she introduced him to the team's latest banter about the next operation.

As he spoke, he caught her gaze, and for a moment, time stood still. He could see in her eyes a reflection of his own doubts, but they were overshadowed by unwavering support and affection. She believed in him, and maybe that was enough to carry him through the darkest of nights.

After the meeting, the team dispersed, but Y/N lingered. "John," she said softly, stepping closer. "I know things can get tough out there, but you don't have to carry it all alone. You have me."

His heart raced at her words. "I just don't want to drag you into my chaos," he admitted, the weight of his fears spilling out. "You deserve better than what I can offer."

Her eyes narrowed slightly, a mix of determination and love shining through. "You think I'm here because of what you can offer? I'm here because I want to be. You're worth it, John. You need to see that."

He felt the warmth of her words wash over him, igniting a spark of hope. "You make me feel like I can be better," he confessed, vulnerability coating his voice. "Like maybe I can deserve this."

She reached out, taking his hand in hers, grounding him in that moment. "You already are better, just by being you. The past doesn't define you. We're a team, remember? We face everything together."

For the first time, John allowed himself to believe in that promise. The storm in his heart began to quiet as they stood together, hands intertwined, the thunder outside a mere backdrop to the growing warmth between them. In that shared silence, he understood that love was not just a fleeting moment; it was a journey they would take together.

The world outside continued to rage, but in that room, under the shelter of Y/N's unwavering support, he felt safe. 

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John had been living in a state of quiet turmoil since that day. The bond he shared with Y/N had evolved into something deeper, yet he couldn't bring himself to voice it. Fear gripped him; what if saying it out loud shattered the delicate connection they had forged? So he kept his thoughts to himself, even as every shared glance and lingering touch sent his heart racing.

One evening, after a particularly intense mission, John sat in his office, the dim light overhead illuminating the stacks of paperwork scattered across his desk. He scribbled notes and crossed out lines, but the words blurred together, his mind drifting to thoughts of her. Just as he felt the familiar weight of frustration settle in, a gentle knock interrupted his reverie.

He looked up, his heart lifting as he saw Y/N standing in the doorway, her silhouette framed by the soft glow of the hallway light. She had been passing by and had stopped to check on him. The tension in his shoulders eased as a smile spread across his face.

"Hey," she said, stepping inside. "I saw you through the window. Thought you could use some company."

"Always," he replied, motioning to the chaotic spread of papers. "I'm drowning in this paperwork. I can't seem to focus."

"Let me help," she offered, her eyes sparkling with determination. She moved closer, standing beside him as he pointed to the mess of documents. "What do you need to get done?"

"Just some reports on the last mission. If I don't get them in soon, I'll have the higher-ups breathing down my neck," he replied, trying to keep his tone light despite the stress creeping back in.

As they worked side by side, John felt the familiar warmth of her presence envelop him. He was so engrossed in the task at hand that he didn't realize he had removed all the chairs for cleaning. When he glanced up at her and noticed her still standing there, he instinctively offered his lap.

"Just sit here," he said, completely unaware of how that might sound.

To his surprise, Y/N smiled mischievously and slid onto his lap without hesitation. The sudden closeness sent an electric jolt through him, the warmth of her body igniting the storm within him. She looked up, her gaze searching his, and in that moment, he felt the chaotic turmoil inside him begin to calm.

"Are you comfortable?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Her smile softened as she nodded, leaning slightly closer, and John's heart raced. The tension hung thick in the air, and he could feel the weight of unspoken words pressing down on them. With a surge of courage, he leaned in, their breaths mingling as he carefully pressed his lips to hers.

The kiss was tentative at first, a gentle exploration that spoke volumes. It was a collision of pent-up emotions and unvoiced feelings, a silent declaration that everything between them had changed. As their lips moved together, he felt as if the storm within him had finally dissipated, replaced by a serene warmth that spread throughout his body.

When they pulled back, breathless, Y/N's eyes sparkled with something that made his heart soar. "Wow," she said softly, her cheeks flushed. "That was... unexpected."

"Yeah, it was," John replied, his voice tinged with wonder. "But it's something I've wanted for a long time."

She searched his face, the seriousness of their newfound intimacy sinking in. "So, what does this mean for us?"

John took a deep breath, feeling a weight lift off his shoulders as he spoke from the heart. "It means I want more than just teammates. I want us to be something real, something that goes beyond the mission. But I didn't want to risk what we already had."

Y/N smiled, her eyes shining with affection. "You don't have to worry about that. I've felt it too. I was just waiting for you to make the first move."

Relief washed over him, and he wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her close. "Then let's navigate this together," he said, determination shining in his eyes. "Whatever comes next, we face it side by side."

In that small office, surrounded by paperwork and the remnants of the day's chaos, John and Y/N began a new chapter of their lives—one filled with promise, love, and the unwavering bond that had been forged amidst the storms they faced together.