COD Oneshots

Brave (John)

The tension between John and Y/N had been a long-standing joke among the rest of the team. Both were notorious flirts, exchanging playful remarks and teasing each other whenever they crossed paths. It was almost like a game—a silent dare between them to see who would break first, who would make the next move. But despite the constant banter, neither ever took it any further.

Until one evening.

John leaned back in his office chair, fingers tapping away at his keyboard as he tried to finish the mountain of reports piling up before the next deployment. The dim light of his desk lamp cast a warm glow over the cluttered space, filled with maps, gear, and a myriad of other military paraphernalia. The base was quiet, except for the occasional sounds of boots echoing down the hallway.

But then, as if on cue, Y/N strode in, a playful grin on her face that instantly lit up the room. Known for her confidence and flirtatious demeanor, she had a knack for breaking up the monotony of John's workdays. "Hard at work, I see," she teased, leaning against the doorframe.

"Just trying to get these reports done before the big meeting tomorrow," John replied, forcing himself to focus on the screen instead of the distraction in front of him.

"Oh, come on! You know you can take a break for a little fun," she said, stepping into the room and striding confidently toward him. "Or are you just not brave enough to take a risk?"

The challenge in her voice sent a spark through John. They had always danced around the edges of something more, exchanging playful banter and suggestive glances, but neither had ever made the leap. "Risk? Is that what you think this is?" he countered, trying to keep his tone light.

Y/N smirked, tilting her head slightly. "Well, if you were really brave, you'd kiss me right now. But I get it; some people are just all talk."

Her words hung in the air, and John felt his heart race. The challenge had been thrown down, and the temptation was nearly unbearable. With a sudden rush of adrenaline, he stood up and closed the distance between them, towering over her as she perched on his desk.

"Is that a dare?" he asked, his voice low, his eyes locked onto hers.

"Maybe," she replied, feigning nonchalance, but the way her breath quickened told him everything he needed to know.

In one swift motion, he stepped closer, sliding between her legs. He could feel the heat radiating off her, a magnetic pull drawing him in.

The air in John's office felt charged as he stood between Y/N's legs, the world outside fading into a distant hum. She tilted her head back slightly, her eyes sparkling with mischief, and the playful smirk on her lips dared him to act. The moment was ripe with anticipation, a culmination of teasing glances and flirtatious banter exchanged over countless days at the base.

As their eyes locked, John felt an electric pull between them, an undeniable connection that had been building for what felt like forever. The office, typically filled with the sterile scent of paper and ink, was now charged with something far more intoxicating—desire. He could feel the warmth radiating from her body, the way her breath hitched ever so slightly as he drew nearer.

With a swift yet gentle movement, John closed the gap, leaning in closer until their faces were mere inches apart. He could see every detail of her— the way her lips parted slightly, the way her eyes sparkled with excitement and challenge. It was as if time itself held its breath, waiting for him to make the next move.

And then he did.

John captured her lips with his, the kiss igniting a firestorm of emotions inside him. It started softly, a tentative brush of their mouths, as if testing the waters of this uncharted territory. But the moment their lips met, everything shifted. The kiss deepened, growing more urgent as the months of flirtation and tension flooded out in a rush.

Y/N responded instantly, her hands weaving into his hair as she pulled him closer, urging him to lose himself in the kiss. The taste of her—sweet and slightly intoxicating—fueled his desire. He could feel the gentle pressure of her body against him, her warmth enveloping him like a soft blanket.

It was a kiss that spoke volumes—a silent confession of everything they had left unsaid. The playful rivalry melted away, leaving only the raw emotion simmering just beneath the surface. Each soft sigh and gentle caress ignited a spark that traveled through his veins, leaving him breathless and yearning for more.

The world outside faded into oblivion; all that mattered was this moment. He lost himself in the softness of her lips, the sweetness of her breath, the way her body responded to him, arching slightly as if craving more. They pulled back for a heartbeat, their foreheads resting together, breath mingling as they shared a moment of stunned silence.

John's heart raced as he looked into her eyes—those bright, mischievous eyes that had always dared him to be bold. This kiss was everything he had imagined and more, a promise of what was to come, a taste of the adventure they could embark on together.

As they parted, a playful smile tugged at Y/N's lips, her cheeks flushed with color. "Well, that was unexpected," she teased, her voice a breathy whisper.

"Unexpected, but not unwelcome," he replied, his heart still racing. There was no doubt about it; this kiss had changed everything between them.

"Just remember," she said, her tone playful yet firm, "you've opened Pandora's box. I hope you're ready for whatever comes next."

Without hesitation, John pulledher into his arms. Their lips met again, the kiss more confident and passionate than the first, igniting a fire that spread through them both. The world around them faded, and in that moment, nothing else mattered but the two of them.

Y/N rested her forehead against his. "I think I could get used to this," she whispered, her eyes shining with excitement.

"Me too," John replied, knowing this was just the beginning of something deeper. They had crossed a line, and there was no going back.