Call of Duty Oneshots

Run | Ghost, Soap & Gaz

Your heart pounded as you leaned against a tree in the dawn of the day. Sweat beading on your forehead and neck made the breeze feel cooler than it actually was.

Your breathing was chaotic from running. A man in a mask had been chasing you for around 10 minutes. Or maybe it was 20? You didn't know for sure.

A twig snapped. You treated the haunting sound like a gun to start a race and you sprinted away. You ran around tree after tree, glancing at the ground for only a second to avoid anything that tripped you.

Panic throbbed in your chest along with the burning in your lungs.

"You're not getting away from me, dove." the harsh voice was loud in your ear despite him being a decent distance behind you. You heard a thud followed by the voice. You turned to a tree you were passing, a knife embedded deep into the dark.

More fear took over. Your legs were on fire, sure to cramp any moment but you couldn't stop. Tears soaked your eyes and fell from your eyes, cooling your face to the point of making your lip quiver.

Raindrops began to fall over you. The sky lighting up from the lightning with the low rumbles of thunder soon following.

You began to shiver despite still sweating from running. Taking too quick of a turn, you nearly stumble but you steady yourself.

"Fuck," You grunt through you teeth, knowing you let him get that much closer to you.

The ground was getting softer from the rain. Your shoes splashed mud and rain over your bare legs. You didn't see a large branch in the mud and tripped.

Fear now gone, rage consumed you. "God damnit!," you shouted as you got up. You were covered in mud, leaves and were soaking wet now.

You heard laughing behind you as you wiped mud from your limbs. "Shut up, Simon." you say annoyed.

He laughed harder. "I'm sorry," he managed to say through chuckles. "I told you it was gonna rain, you wanted to play." he finished.

You turned to face him. He held a hand over his masked mouth, holding in a laugh from how ridiculously funny you looked covered in mud.

"Simon," You warned. He eased his laughing, "I'm sorry, sweetheart, let's get you cleaned up." He held his hand out to you. You walked towards him, slapping his hand aways with your muddy one.

You heard another laugh and rolled your eyes as you walked back to the house.

Walking up the steps, you groaned internally from the incoming jokes from Gaz and Soap.

You opened the door and stood there with a hand on the doorknob and a look of defeat on your face.

Soap and Gaz turned away from their show to greet you but their faces dropped and eyes widened.

"Go ahead, let it all out." you sighed out.

Soap bit his lips, holding in laughter while Gaz covered his mouth with his hand. "I'd never make fun of you, babe." Gaz said with a tone that sounded like he was holding back laughter.

Soap suddenly burst out laughing, leaning forward and holding his stomach. "You guys are assholes." you said as you heard steps behind you. Soap looked back to you, "LT, did you tackle her?" he managed to say. Ghost shook his head, "She tripped." Ghost also held his amusement back.

"I'm taking a shower." You said annoyed. "And we're not doing that anymore." you snapped as you turned and pointed at Ghost. "I'll bring you a towel and clothes." Soap said as he stood up. Gaz stood as well, both still holding their laughs in. "I'll make you some tea." he said as he made his way to the kitchen.

"Thank you, boys." you said with a little grin. You heard steps behind you again and saw Ghost walking towards you. He wrapped his arms around you, "Are you okay?" His tone was light. You nodded. "You and Soap make it look so easy." You sighed. He shrugged, "You and Gaz can try next time you're up for it. You did good for your first time."

You nodded, "I don't know why I thought I could outrun you." You laughed gently. "You can outrun Gaz for sure." He said playfully.