COD Oneshots

Dreams (Roach)

Y/N sat up in bed, her heart pounding in her chest, her sheets tangled around her legs like vines clutching at a wayward traveler. She rubbed her temple and stared at the gray wall of her cramped barracks room. It was the same wall she'd stared at countless mornings, like she was trying to decipher the secrets hidden in its blemished paint. But what lingered in her mind that morning was not the wall—it was the vivid dreams of Roach.

Just last night, they had been together in a way that felt achingly real. In the stillness of her mind, she could feel their bodies entwined; his touch was a mixture of warmth and urgency. They had laughed, whispered secrets, and set the world outside their imaginary bedroom ablaze. She could still recall the look in his eyes, the way he smiled down at her, causing her insides to twist in a deliciously painful way. And each time the dream faded into the light of dawn, she awoke more frustrated than before, her heart heavy with longing.

"Ugh," she muttered, shoving the damp strands of hair out of her face and swinging her legs over the side of her bed. It was time to push these feelings aside. She had a mission to prepare for—a multinational training exercise that could make or break her career. She dressed quickly, pulling on her combat boots with a grit she was trying to channel into her day.

The sun was rising, spilling golden light across the courtyard as Y/N made her way to the dining hall. She could smell the burnt toast and artificial eggs as she entered, her comrades gathered around tables, bantering as they wolfed down breakfast. But amidst the laughter and the clatter of trays, her eyes found him—the object of her affection—Roach.

He was at the far end of the table, laughing at something a fellow soldier had said. Roach was everything she wasn't: tall and confident, his dark hair tousled atop a strikingly handsome face. That crooked smile made her heart race, and as she caught his gaze, he winked at her. The flutter in her stomach made her breath catch. But she quickly turned her attention back to her food, trying to mask her embarrassment.

Should she tell him how she felt? Every day was a battle in her mind. Part of her wanted to leap across the table, grab him by the shirt, and kiss him, while another part of her recoiled at the thought. Who was she kidding? The last girlfriend he'd had was model-perfect, with long legs and a dazzling smile. A girl like that would never be interested in someone like her—a soldier who was more comfortable wielding a gun than flirting over dinner.

"Hey, Y/N!" Roach called, breaking through her spiraling thoughts. He stood and strolled over, his gait relaxed, but his eyes focused intently on hers.

"Yeah? What's up?" she asked casually, though her heart began to race again.

"Got a moment? We need to discuss the mission briefing later," he said, leaning a casual shoulder against the table, a glimmer of mischief dancing in his eyes.

"Sure," she replied, her pulse quickening. "Just let me finish up. I'll catch you later?"

"Perfect." With a nod and a broad smile, he turned back toward his friends.

Their upcoming mission loomed like an insurmountable mountain, brushed with tension and fear. Yet, deep within that storm, the temptation to speak her heart lingered. Perhaps she'd have the chance before the day slipped away.

As the hours passed, the group began to assemble for the mission briefing. The nervous energy crackled in the air, the weight of reality shifting their playful banter to clipped instructions. Y/N found herself beside Roach, the space between them filled with an electric charge. His presence was both comforting and intoxicating.

"So, you ready for this?" he asked, voice low and steady, just as the instructor's voice droned on about operational tactics.

"Always. You know me—never back down from a challenge," she replied, a tinge of pride coloring her words.

"I like that about you," he remarked with a sideways glance, and for a moment, Y/N couldn't breathe.

As they prepared for the day's scenario—a simulation designed to push their limits—Roach remained close. Their tasks intertwined, and every fleeting brush of their shoulders sent sparks flying. Yet, as night fell, her embarrassment transformed into another sleepless night plagued with fantasies of shared intimacy.

Hours passed as darkness enveloped them, shadows dancing with light from their campfire. It was her turn to sleep after having her turn at keeping watch, and she settled back int her cot. The day had tired her, yet her thoughts strayed to Roach once again. As weariness pulled her under, her dreams returned, unfurling like ribbons in the wind.

This time, she could feel him beside her, a gentle, warm presence—whispering her name as if calling her back from some distant realm. Y/N opened her mouth to speak, "Roach... please..." she murmured softly, lost in a reverie of desire.

Unbeknownst to her, Roach was awake, just a few feet away, and her words wrapped around him like a silken thread. His breath caught in his throat. She was dreaming of him, whispering his name as if it held the promise of a thousand untold secrets. Each syllable dripped with longing, and he could feel himself responding instinctively. It was a warmth that spread through him, igniting something he'd buried deep within—an attraction that couldn't be ignored.

As Y/N's soft sighs spiraled into the night, Roach sat quietly, his heart racing, caught in the web of his own emotions. He couldn't shake the thought—what if she felt the same? What if their silent glances and unspoken words held the weight of something extraordinary?

But before he could wrestle with his feelings any longer, the distant noise of their camp drew him back. He couldn't let their budding connection jeopardize their mission—or the friendship that had already formed between them. Yet, that night held a promise, one that lingered in the air, binding their fates closer together than they had ever dared to dream.

At dawn, as the sun broke above the horizon, they stood side by side, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead, their hearts whispering truths they were still too afraid to confront. The mission may have awaited, but the battle they fought with their undeniable attraction was just beginning.