Call of Duty Oneshots

Dancefloor | Task Force 141

The music blared through the speakers at the small club near base. Booze flowed freely all thanks to Price's credit card.

You, Soap, Gaz and grumpy old Ghost were having a blast. Well 3 out of 4 of you were. Ghost sat with his arms crossed as the rest of you returned to the table from the dance floor.

"Time to go." Ghost said with a glance at his watch. You all whined, begging to stay for one more dance. Ghost shook his head, "Last call is in an hour and the bus has been here for 15 minutes. Curfew was 2 hours ago."

"C'mon, LT. Sanders doesn't mind, look at him." Soap pointed at the soldier meant to drive everyone back to base. He was dancing freely, and sober, with a group of people on the dance floor without a care in the world.

"Jesus H. Christ...." Ghost grumbled. Gaz swayed, "Just one more dance, Ghost." he begged. "No, let's go." Ghost said sternly & turned towards the dance floor, "Sanders!" He shouted, making the poor driver almost leap out of his shoes.

"Yes, sir. Sorry, sir." Sanders scurried towards the entrance. As Ghost watched, you took the opportunity to flee back to the dance floor.

When Ghost turned back, you were gone. He looked around before spotting you dancing with the same people you were all night. "Y/N!" he shouted but you ignored him and continued to dance.

"Johnny, go get her." Ghost said with frustration. "Sure thing, LT." Soap said seriously as he set his drink down and walked to the dance floor. Before setting foot on it, he put his hands on the back of his head and thrusted his way towards you.

Ghost held his arms out, "Oh for fucks sake. Gaz!" he held a hand out towards you and Soap as you both continued dancing. "Fine." Gaz said as he slowly walked to you and Soap. Just before he reached you, he began to twerk.

"Fuckin' hell..." Ghost sighed and sat back down. He rested his chin on his fist as he watched you three dance. Just as the song reached the middle, Sanders sprinted back to join in as well. Ghost rubbed his eyes. "Hate my fuckin' job." He grumbled.