COD Oneshots

Annoying (Roach)

Roach and Y/N were deep in the woods, crouched low behind a thick row of bushes, eyes scanning the dark horizon. The mission was simple: reconnaissance. Gather intel, make sure the area was secure, and avoid any unnecessary contact with the enemy. It was supposed to be straightforward. Price had hoped that this quiet mission would finally give the two of them a chance to work out their differences. The tension between them had been building for months, and it was starting to get... well, ridiculous. But this? This was just another day in the life of Roach and Y/N.

Both of them were jokesters at heart, always poking fun, always one-upping each other. The problem was, sometimes their jokes went too far, and their banter crossed the line. Each time, they'd end up in a full-blown argument. Price, being the captain, often took it on himself to try and keep the peace, but even he couldn't deny that it was... frustrating.

"Bored yet?" Roach's voice broke through the quiet of the night. His whisper was playful, almost taunting. Y/N shot him a quick glare, her eyes narrowing. "No," she whispered back, keeping her voice low, "Shut up, Roach."

But Roach couldn't help it. The silence of the mission wasn't enough for him. It was just too dull. He liked messing with her. "I think we've got it easy tonight," he continued, fidgeting with his knife. The glint of steel caught the moonlight as he spun it between his fingers, a habit he had whenever he got bored.

Y/N clenched her jaw and forced herself to focus. "Roach, put the knife down," she hissed, "We're supposed to be—"

"Chill, Y/N, I'm just having a little fun." He tossed the knife up and down, clearly not taking things seriously. Her patience was running thin.

"I swear to god, Roach," she snapped, "Shut the hell up."

But he didn't. Instead, he mocked her, his voice high-pitched and sarcastic. "Shut the hell up, Y/N! You're so bossy, jeez."

Y/N's hand twitched toward her own weapon, her irritation boiling over. "Don't. Fucking. Point. That. Thing. At. Me. Or else."

The second the words left her mouth, Roach's eyes lit up with mischief. This was it. The opportunity he'd been waiting for. He smirked, locking eyes with her as he casually pointed the knife in her direction, the blade glinting dangerously.

"Or else what?" he teased, taking a small step closer. He didn't even realize how close he was getting until Y/N's breath hitched.

Her eyes locked onto the blade, and the air between them seemed to crackle with something more than just tension. He was being reckless, sure, but it was also a game. One they both played, and played far too often. She stared him down, fighting the urge to roll her eyes at how childish he was being.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. "Don't you dare," she warned, her voice low and steady, but something in her tone made Roach pause. For a split second, she didn't sound annoyed. She sounded... almost... vulnerable.

Roach held her gaze, his playful smirk faltering for just a moment. Then, he quickly stepped back, a small chuckle escaping his lips. "Fine, fine, I'll put it away. But you gotta admit, that was fun," he teased, spinning the knife back into his hand and sheathing it.

Y/N didn't respond immediately. She was still trying to process what just happened, trying to ignore the knot that had formed in her stomach. Roach was just... Roach. He always did this. But tonight, there was something different about it. Something she couldn't quite put her finger on.

She shook her head, trying to regain control of the situation. "You're such a child," she muttered under her breath.

But he caught it. "I'm the child?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. "You're the one who threatened to shoot me."