COD Oneshots

Sweet Moments (Roach)

The room was quiet except for the soft hum of the TV and the occasional turn of a page. Y/N was nestled into Roach's side, her head resting comfortably on his shoulder as she read. His arm was lazily draped around her, fingers idly tracing patterns on her arm. The warmth of her body against his was something he had grown used to, but never took for granted.

Roach mindlessly scrolled through Netflix, not really paying attention to the titles flickering across the screen. He wasn't even sure what he was looking for—background noise, maybe. Something to fill the space. But the truth was, nothing could hold his attention the way she did.

He let his gaze drift from the screen to her. The way her lips parted slightly as she read, the furrow in her brow when she was focused. The way she absentmindedly curled into him even more, completely at ease in his presence. It hit him all at once—just how lucky he was.

Without realizing he had spoken aloud, the words slipped from his lips, raw and unfiltered.

"You mean the whole fucking world to me."

Y/N froze for a second, the weight of his words settling between them. Slowly, she turned her head to look up at him, her book forgotten. Roach's eyes were already on her, filled with something so genuine, so intense, it made her breath hitch.

"Did you mean that?" she asked softly, searching his face.

Roach blinked, realizing what he had just said, but he didn't back down. If anything, he only held her closer. "Yeah," he murmured, voice quieter this time. "I did."

A slow smile spread across her lips, and she reached up to cup his face, her thumb brushing over his cheek.

"You mean the world to me too, Roach."

He let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding, his heart swelling at her words. He pressed a lingering kiss to her temple before pulling her impossibly closer.