Call of Duty Oneshots (Mostly Ghost)

Smithereens

One. You knew he loved you. So passionately.

Attentively. Irrevocably. Wholeheartedly.

Everything about you drove him crazy. From how you wore your hair, down to how your ass swung with the casual gait of your step, all the way to every single, bad habit.

Like how you were sometimes forgetful as you forgot the boiling pot of water on the stove, burning the poor cookware. Or how you bit your nails to the point of bleeding.

His hands would find yours, an attempt to stop you from your self-sabotage.

You were his whole heart. You were the reason why he lived, how his heart kept beating.

Each beat, yours. All yours.

There was no room to ever love someone else for if you ever broke his already damaged heart that you unknowingly fixed, there would be nothing but smithereens.

He was doomed to never love another.

Two. He... didn't know you loved him back.

The whole thing turned out to be a 'you fell first, but he fell harder' kind of situation in an endearing, bittersweet kind of way.

Because while you desperately wanted to tell him, wanted nothing more than to feel his calloused hands elsewhere but your scarred ones, you couldn't.

Neither of you could outwardly tell each other without reaping the consequences.

So, you both were doomed to suffer in silence.

Three. While he didn't know you loved him back, or maybe he did and refused to comment on it, your little acts of kindness did not go unnoticed.

He knew it was you who kept his tea well-stocked.

Knew it was you who left him a bag of snacks to bring to each mission, ready to go on his desk after he got ready.

Knew it was you who ensured he had fresh sheets upon returning from those missions or that whichever mask he had taken previously was stitched up, fixed for the next assignment.

You hoped your modest acts of service told him everything he needed to know regarding your feelings for him, that when he tucked a strand of hair behind your ear or briefly squeezed the back of your neck, it was his way of expressing his gratitude.

Or the fact that he knew.

Regardless, you treasured each short-lived touch as if it were your lifeline, to keep loving him secretly.

And maybe, just maybe, if either of you gained enough courage before it was too late, you wouldn't be as doomed as you thought.

And damn it, maybe the consequences would be worth it.