Call of Duty Oneshots

Battlefield | John 'Soap' MacTavish

The convoy drove through the desert. It was quiet, the dirt and gravel under the tires were the only sound. You sat next to Ghost as he drove.

Staticy chatter on the radio caught your attention. Ghost turned his radio louder, listening carefully. You became aware of his tenseness and gripped your weapon tighter.

The order to stop was spoken from Price over the radio. A few affirmatives were said as the convoy came to a halt.

You stepped out, keeping your eyes on the horizon for movement. Ghost walked to meet Price and Laswell that drove ahead of you.

Turning around you see the soldier that occupied the back seat of your vehicle pull out a cigarette and lean against the back.

You glanced at Soap who was walking towards you with a smile with his weapon laid over his chest.

He was approaching the vehicle behind yours when a deafening whistle sounded followed by an explosion. The car next to you exploded.

You landed harshly from where you once stood. Chaos erupted and your legs were on fire. You looked down to see a hunk of the vehicle on top of you, crushing your legs.

Return fire orders were being shouted as bullets flew through the air. Clanks against the metal on top of you made your breathing chaos.

You tried to duck but you couldn't find enough coverage, there was nothing but the piece of car on top of you and it was getting hotter from the fire growing around and inside of it.

"Y/N!" You heard. Through the dust you saw Soap fighting off two soldiers who held him back from saving you. Dust sprouted from the ground from the large bullets that pounded into the earth.

An agonizing sharp pain began to throb in your shoulder. Blood pooled under your uniform. The same pain radiated from the left side of your torso.

You heard your name screamed once more. It was Soap again. Dread spread over your chest as you watched him reach for you through 3 soldiers now. The others returned fire but it was a blur. A dusty, painful blur.

Another shot to the arm. You shouted in pain. Adrenaline be damned, you felt it all. Trying to save yourself, you tried to pull your legs out. Cracks and tears stopped you immediately.

Your lungs burned from the smoke and dust as you cried out. You pushed against the car again but it didn't budge. You tried to keep your attention away from Soap but his movements were all your eyes could focus on.

You begged whatever God would listen to help you. Begged for the strength to get out from under this weight that almost finished signing for your death.

Your hands began to burn from the heat of the metal, pulling you from your internal conversation to whoever would listen.

Weakness and exhaustion began to hug your body. Your breathing slowly slipped away. You fell limp to the ground. Soap was all you could see. The pain in his eyes even from so far away. You reached for him but your hand felt like it weighed a thousand pounds.

Your eyes fluttered shut and your mind took you somewhere else.

You and Soap were laying on a blanket outside of the base after Soap packed a lunch for you both. He was laughing because you had food on your face. His smiling face. How much you would miss it. The feeling of his embrace and his fingertips grazing over the bare skin of your back.

That time you got ice cream cones and wiped whipped cream on your face. The way he hugged you, restrained you more so, and licked it off as you laughed.

That night where you couldn't lose in strip poker but you both won by the end of the night.

That morning he woke you up way too early to show you air balloons in the pink and yellow sunrise.