COD Oneshots

Addicted (Roach)

Y/N sat on the edge of her bed in the dimly lit barracks, her heart pounding in her chest. She could hear the familiar sound of boots echoing down the hallway, a sound that sent chills of anticipation and dread through her. Roach was back. Every time he returned from a mission, he found his way to her, and she let him in without a second thought even after they had broken things off month ago. It was like she was under some kind of spell, unable to resist the magnetic pull he had on her.

Tonight, however, would be different. She had spent the last few weeks reflecting on their relationship—the way it had started, the sweet moments overshadowed by his callousness, and the agonizing aftermath when he had walked away. The nights they spent together felt like a lifeline for both of them, but Y/N had begun to realize they were also a trap. Each passionate encounter blurred the lines, drawing her back into a world of hurt and longing.

As she heard the knock at her door, she inhaled deeply, steeling herself. This time, she would say no. No more late-night rendezvous. No more fleeting moments of bliss followed by the heartbreak of his departure. She could feel the resolve settle over her like a comforting blanket.

Y/N opened the door, arms crossed defiantly over her chest. Roach stood there, slightly winded from his mission, his uniform rumpled and stained with the day's dirt. He looked up at her, and for a moment, his expression shifted from surprise to something softer—a mixture of vulnerability and longing that pierced through her resolve.

"Hey," he said, his voice rough but warm. "Can I come in?"

"No," Y/N replied, surprising even herself with the steadiness of her voice. "We need to talk."

Roach stepped back, his brow furrowing. "Talk? About what?"

"About us. About what this is," she gestured between them, frustration bubbling just beneath the surface. "You can't just knock on my door and expect me to let you in like nothing happened."

He looked away for a moment, the tension palpable. "I know I messed up, Y/N. I've been a terrible boyfriend. I thought I could handle the distance, the missions, but... being away from you made me realize how much I need you."

She shook her head, fighting the urge to let his words worm their way back into her heart. "You can't just say that and expect everything to be okay. You can't keep coming back and forth like this, Gary. It's not fair to either of us."

Roach took a step closer, his eyes locking onto hers with an intensity that made her breath catch. "I'm sorry for being such a crappy boyfriend before. I thought I could handle it alone, but these nights with you? They keep me sane out there. They remind me of what I'm fighting for."

Y/N felt the walls she had built start to crack. His admission was unexpected, a confession that revealed the depth of his feelings. "You don't understand," she said, voice trembling. "I hate that I can't say no to you. It's like I'm addicted, and every time you leave, it hurts more than the last."

"Then let's break this cycle together," he said, his voice low and earnest. "I don't want to hurt you anymore. I don't want to keep you in this limbo. I want to be better, for you, for us. I want.. no, I need you, Y/N."

"But can you? Can you really change?" she pressed, uncertainty flooding her mind.

"I have to try," he replied, stepping closer again. "Because I'm just as addicted to you as you are to me. I didn't realize it until it was almost too late. At least I hope it's not too late."

Y/N felt a storm of emotions swirling within her. Part of her wanted to slam the door and walk away, to finally break free from the cycle that had held her captive for too long. But another part—a part that longed for connection and intimacy—was tempted by his words. The air crackled with tension as their eyes locked, each waiting for the other to make a move.

"Gary..." she began, her voice barely a whisper.

He reached out, brushing his fingertips against her arm, sending electric sparks through her skin. "Please. Just give me one chance to prove I can be the man you deserve."

Her heart raced as she wrestled with her feelings. The yearning she felt for him was undeniable, but the fear of getting hurt again loomed over her like a dark cloud.

Taking a deep breath, Y/N stepped back, allowing the space between them to grow, her heart heavy. "If we do this... it has to be different. No more games. We need to be honest with each other. No more running away when things get tough."

"Agreed," he said, hope flickering in his eyes. "I promise I won't run. Not this time. Not ever again."

With one last look at Roach, Y/N took a leap of faith, inviting him into her world, knowing that this time, they would both have to be all in. No more fleeting nights. This was the beginning of something real—something that might finally break the chains of their past.

As he stepped over the threshold, Y/N felt the warmth of hope intertwining with her fears. Perhaps together they could forge a new path, one where they could face the darkness and emerge stronger on the other side. It wouldn't be easy, but for the first time, it felt like a fight worth having.