COD Oneshots

Opposites (Ghost)

On paper, they shouldn't have worked out. Y/N was everything Simon Riley wasn't. She was loud, bubbly, and outgoing—always the first to make a joke, to lighten the mood, or to offer a friendly word to anyone who needed it. She had a presence, a spark that couldn't be ignored. She walked into a room and everyone turned to look, drawn in by her energy, her optimism, and that ever-present smile.

Simon, on the other hand, was the complete opposite. Quiet. Broody. Mysterious. He kept to the shadows, never one for small talk, and he preferred to let his actions do the talking. His mask—a permanent fixture—hid his emotions from the world, making him a puzzle no one could solve. He didn't speak unless he had to, and when he did, it was blunt, direct, and often curt.

Everyone on Task Force 141 had their suspicions about why they were together. Roach, the team's resident joker, often nudged Soap in the arm, suggesting Y/N must have some kind of "daddy issues" to have gone for someone like Ghost. Soap agreed, half in jest, half serious, though no one could really make sense of the relationship.

They were polar opposites. They shouldn't have worked. But somehow, despite the confusion, they did.

The truth was, neither of them had expected it to happen. Y/N had always been the one to connect with people, to break down walls and make them feel like they were part of her world. Simon had never been interested in letting anyone get close to him, but there was something about Y/N—her unfiltered personality, her fearless spirit—that intrigued him. She saw through his cold exterior, not as a challenge, but as a chance to understand him. The more they spent time together, the more they found that their differences weren't a barrier, but a balance.

It was during a mission in the heart of a desolate enemy stronghold when everything started to click for the rest of the team.

The briefing was quick, and the mission was high-risk. The team was scattered in pairs, each assigned a specific task. Y/N and Ghost had drawn the short straw to work together. At first, the rest of the team watched from a distance, skeptical of how they'd fare—Y/N with her loud personality and Ghost, the dark, quiet type. The entire team expected the tension to build, to break apart at some point during the mission.

What they didn't expect was for Y/N to throw herself into the fight with such fierce determination.

They had cleared a building, moving swiftly through the corridors, when an enemy soldier ambushed them from a nearby hallway. Ghost was quick, moving like a shadow, his gun raised before the soldier even had a chance to blink. But Y/N, without hesitation, tossed her weapon aside and launched herself at the enemy.

The team watched, stunned, as she closed the gap between them, her combat skills on full display. She wasn't relying on guns or gadgets. No, this was raw, hand-to-hand combat, and she moved like a force of nature, her fists and feet landing punches with lethal precision. The fight was over before the enemy had a chance to retaliate, Y/N standing victorious, panting slightly but grinning, her hands dripping with the adrenaline of the fight.

Roach, who had been watching from a distance, muttered under his breath, "Jesus. I didn't think she had it in her." Soap just shook his head, his usual cocky grin replaced with something closer to respect.

But it wasn't just the rest of the team who was impressed.

Ghost stood, arms crossed, watching her fight with a hidden smile beneath his mask. There was something about the way she moved, the way she fought, that made him feel... something. The other team members couldn't see it, but the slight curve of his lips was there, barely visible to anyone who knew him well enough to notice.

Y/N was a force, and despite his quiet, broody demeanor, Simon couldn't help but admire her strength. He didn't need to be loud, didn't need to express his emotions outwardly. It wasn't about the show for him. It was about something deeper—a connection that wasn't based on words or gestures, but on shared moments like this.

As the mission wrapped up, the team gathered in the safe zone, exchanging information and making sure everything was accounted for. Roach was still trying to piece together why the two of them worked together. Soap leaned over to him and whispered, "I get it now."

Roach raised an eyebrow. "Get what?"

Soap smiled, glancing at Y/N and Ghost as they stood slightly apart from the rest of the team. "She's like the spark that makes him feel alive, you know? And he's the rock that keeps her grounded. Doesn't matter if they're opposites. Sometimes opposites do attract."

Roach gave a low whistle, his mind racing. "Guess I've been too quick to judge."

Soap nodded, his gaze softening as he glanced at Ghost. "Yeah, we all have."

Y/N walked back over to Simon, wiping the sweat from her brow, a grin still plastered on her face. She didn't say anything at first, just stood there for a moment, the two of them side by side, an unspoken understanding between them. For all their differences, there was something about the quiet way they communicated that made everything else fall away.

Simon finally broke the silence, his voice low and steady, just for her ears. "Nice work."

Y/N's eyes sparkled with the approval. "You didn't do too bad yourself," she teased, nudging him with her elbow.

And though no one else could see the smile he gave in return, Y/N saw it—a fleeting, genuine expression of affection that spoke volumes without needing words.

Sometimes, opposites really did attract.

And somehow, they had found their way to each other.