COD Oneshots

Dreams and Reality (Roach)

Roach lay in the quiet of his bedroom, the soft hum of the early morning filtering through the window. He was home, finally. After months of missions, battles, and the constant pull of duty, he could hardly believe it. It felt too good to be true. His fingers gently brushed against the soft fabric of the blankets as he turned onto his side, pulling Y/N closer to him.

She was warm against him, the familiar scent of her hair filling his senses, grounding him in a way he hadn't realized he needed. His chest rose and fell with the rhythm of her steady breathing, his heart at ease for the first time in what felt like forever. He buried his face in her hair, inhaling deeply. Her presence, her closeness, was like the calm after a storm.

For a long moment, they were silent, just two souls in sync with one another, existing in their own little world. But then, she shifted slightly, stirring in his arms. Her body relaxed again, her head resting against his chest as her breath deepened in sleep.

He smiled to himself, unable to help it. There was something so perfect about the way she fit against him, the way they had found a home in each other after all the chaos.

Minutes passed, but Roach wasn't in any hurry to leave this moment. He just wanted to stay here, holding her. Then, slowly, Y/N turned in his arms, her eyes fluttering open. The soft morning light filtered in, catching in her hair, casting her face in a gentle glow. She blinked up at him, her eyes filled with warmth, a quiet kind of affection that made his heart swell.

A sleepy smile stretched across her face as she gazed at him, the kind of smile that made everything feel right in the world. She lifted her hand to his cheek, her fingers tracing the line of his jaw. Without a word, she leaned up and kissed him. It was soft, slow, and filled with a tenderness that made Roach's chest tighten.

When she pulled back, her forehead rested against his, her eyes locked on his with such certainty, such peace. Then, in a voice barely above a whisper, she said the words he'd spent years hoping to hear from her.

"I love you."

The world seemed to pause around him, the words sinking deep into his soul. Roach's heart stuttered for a moment, his breath catching in his throat. He had waited for this. Longed for this. After everything they'd been through, after all the time apart, these three words meant everything.

He pulled her closer, his lips brushing against hers again, this time with a deep, aching need to let her know that he felt the same. "I love you too," he murmured against her lips, the words wrapping around both of them like a promise.

In that quiet, peaceful morning, with the world outside still asleep, everything else faded away. There were no missions, no threats, no uncertainties. Just Roach and Y/N, finally, completely together.

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In the sterile, fluorescent-lit waiting room, Y/N sat in silence, her hands clasped tightly together in her lap. The low hum of the hospital was deafening in its stillness, every moment stretching longer than the last. Her thoughts were a tangled mess—fear, guilt, and confusion all swirling together as she waited for any news on Roach's condition.

It had been hours since the explosion, hours since the team had carried him out of the battlefield, since the grenade had ripped through the air and torn him apart. The blast had thrown him back, and his body had taken the full brunt of it. His face, his body—there were cuts, bruises, burns. He was alive, yes, but barely. And the doctors... the doctors had been clear. They didn't know if he would make it.

"He's a strong one, though," Soap had said earlier, trying to offer some reassurance. But even he, usually so full of confidence, didn't sound sure. None of them were.