COD Oneshots

Valentines (Roach)

Roach had always been the quiet, mysterious type, with a tough exterior built from years in the military. But beneath all of that, he had a heart full of love—especially for her. The one person who saw through his armor and loved him in a way no one else ever had. Y/N.

For years, they had been separated by his missions, by the unpredictable nature of military life. Valentine's Day had always been a bitter reminder of what they didn't have—a day to celebrate each other. But this year, things were different. They had just moved into their dream home together, and for the first time in years, both of them had the day off. No calls, no missions, no deadlines. Just time. Time for him to show her just how much he cared.

Roach couldn't sleep. He was excited, buzzing with anticipation for what he had planned. As Y/N's steady breathing filled the room, he carefully slipped out of their bed, careful not to wake her. The house was quiet, still, and dark except for the dim glow of moonlight filtering through the windows. His heart raced as he tiptoed through the hall, his footsteps light as he made his way to the garage.

In the corner, hidden from view, were hundreds of flowers—roses, lilies, daisies, and every other kind of bloom he could think of. Over the past week, he had snuck out whenever he had the chance, collecting each one and hiding them away in secret. He knew she'd love them.

He got to work, arranging them in every corner of the house. He filled vases, scattered petals across the floors, and tucked flowers into every nook and cranny he could think of. Each arrangement was carefully placed, a love letter in the form of a thousand delicate petals. As he stepped back to admire his work, a smile tugged at his lips. It was perfect.

Once everything was in place, he returned to their bedroom. He carefully crawled back into bed, trying to be as quiet as possible. Y/N shifted in her sleep, curling into him as she instinctively reached for his warmth. He wrapped an arm around her, holding her close. He couldn't wait for her to wake up.

The night dragged on, but eventually, the first light of morning crept through the blinds. Roach didn't need to look at the clock; he had set an alarm for the early hours. With one final squeeze of Y/N's hand, he slipped out of bed again, this time with a little more haste.

He had planned breakfast. Not just any breakfast, but a full spread. Pancakes, fresh fruit, scrambled eggs, bacon, and a pot of her favorite coffee. He worked quickly, moving around the kitchen like he was on a mission—but this time, his mission was love.

As the smell of sizzling bacon and fresh pancakes filled the air, he stood back for a moment and smiled. Everything was coming together just as he had hoped.

When the moment finally arrived, Y/N stirred from her sleep, her eyes fluttering open to the gentle aroma of breakfast and the soft glow of sunlight streaming through the windows. She blinked a few times, adjusting to the light, and then froze as she took in the sight.

The house was filled with flowers—everywhere she looked, there were blooms. The love and care Roach had put into the surprise was obvious. Tears welled up in her eyes as she turned to him, speechless for a moment.

"Roach..." she whispered, her voice cracking with emotion. "You did all of this?"

He simply nodded, his voice soft but full of meaning. "For you, always."

Y/N's heart swelled. "You never had to do all this," she said, her smile radiant as she reached out to touch his cheek. "But you did. And that's why I love you."

Roach grinned, feeling the warmth of her words settle deep in his chest. This was everything he had ever wanted. To be able to give her the one thing that had always been out of reach: a perfect Valentine's Day together.

They sat down together, the table overflowing with food and the room filled with the scent of love. For the first time in years, Valentine's Day felt just right.