COD Oneshots

Goner (Gaz)

Gaz was never one to volunteer for the role of guide, especially not for new recruits. Usually, they were just another cog in the machine, a necessary addition to the team. But something was different about Y/N.

When she walked into the Taskforce 141 briefing room for the first time, it was hard for Gaz to ignore her. She wasn't like the others. Her confidence was magnetic, and the way her eyes flickered with curiosity had his attention from the start. But it was that damn smile that did him in. When she looked his way, the world seemed to pause for a beat. Gaz knew he was in trouble. He couldn't stop thinking about her.

It wasn't long before their paths crossed again, and Gaz found himself leading Y/N around the base. This wasn't his usual gig. But when the newest tech agent—an expert in all things high-tech and gadgetry—had that gleam in her eyes as she asked questions, he couldn't say no. Every chance he had to spend more time with her felt like a privilege.

Today, they were in the weapons room. Y/N was as curious about the arsenal as any new recruit, and Gaz took it upon himself to explain the finer details of each weapon. She had the mind of a techie, asking intelligent questions that made Gaz admire her even more. He was more used to the tactical side of things, so answering her questions made him appreciate just how much her mind worked differently. But the real challenge for him was staying focused.

Y/N pointed at a small, sleek handgun displayed on a table. It was compact, no bigger than the palm of her hand. She raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued.

"What's this one?" she asked, her voice smooth, filled with a mix of curiosity and just the slightest hint of playfulness.

Gaz chuckled, stepping toward her and resting a hand on the edge of the table as he leaned in. He could feel the heat rising in his cheeks, but he hid it with a grin.

"If someone points this at you," he said, his voice lowering with a playful edge, "Run."

Y/N's smile grew wider. She crossed her arms, clearly amused, but there was a sparkle in her eyes that made Gaz wonder if she was about to challenge him.

"Why's that?" she asked, tilting her head. "Seems like it's just a small handgun."

"Don't let its size fool you," Gaz replied. "This little thing can do a lot of damage in the right hands. And in the wrong hands, well..." He trailed off, giving her a look. "Best to stay out of the line of fire."

Y/N laughed softly, the sound light but melodic. Gaz's heart skipped a beat. She wasn't just beautiful; she was sharp, quick-witted, and full of surprises.

They spent the next few minutes discussing the weaponry, but Gaz was hardly paying attention to the details. Every time Y/N looked at him with that expression of wonder, of eager interest, he felt like he was falling just a little bit more. He couldn't help it. He was trying to be professional, trying to be the guy who could handle his emotions, but it was hard to be the cool, composed Sergeant when she was standing so close, so effortlessly making everything feel like it mattered.

"Anything else you want to know?" he asked, clearing his throat to shake off the warmth creeping up his neck. He couldn't let her know he was getting distracted.

She nodded, her eyes scanning the walls of weapons, then locking onto his. "Actually, yes. You."

Gaz raised an eyebrow, confused. "Me?" he asked, trying to keep his voice steady.

"Why the sudden interest in showing me around? You don't normally do this, do you?" she asked, her expression mischievous.

Gaz laughed nervously. "Not really," he admitted, looking down for a moment to compose himself. "But you're... well, you're different. Figured you'd be a quick learner, so might as well make sure you get the best of what we've got here."