COD Oneshots

Valentines (Alex Keller)

Alex Keller had always been the guy who nailed it when it came to gifts. Whether it was for a teammate, a friend, or even a casual acquaintance, he knew exactly what would make the perfect present. His attention to detail, his ability to read people, and his access to the most secretive markets in the world gave him a gift-giving reputation that was nearly unmatched.

But now, with Valentine's Day just around the corner, Alex was stumped. He knew he had to get the perfect gift for her—Y/N, his girlfriend, the woman who had effortlessly captured his heart. But no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't think of something that felt right. The gifts he found were either too extravagant, too personal, or just didn't feel like enough. Nothing seemed to measure up to how much she meant to him.

In his line of work, Alex had access to a plethora of options—more than most could even dream of. The most underground markets, rare items, precious artifacts, and yes, even things that weren't exactly legal. He could get her anything—a necklace from a long-lost civilization, a rare flower that only bloomed in the most dangerous parts of the world, even an artifact of immeasurable value. But none of it seemed to speak to what he truly wanted to convey: that she was his everything.

The pressure was eating at him. He even turned to his comrades in Task Force 141 for advice, hoping one of them could offer the perfect suggestion. Price wasn't an issue, nor was location or danger. But the deeper he searched, the more it felt like nothing in the world could measure up.

"Alex, man, just write her a letter or something," Soap suggested one afternoon, clearly tired of the subject.

"Yeah, something personal," Ghost added, adjusting his mask as he stared at Alex. "Women like the thought, not the price tag."

But those ideas just didn't sit right. Alex knew Y/N didn't care about material things, but he wanted to show her just how much she meant to him. His mind raced as the days ticked by, but with each passing hour, he felt more lost.

February 14th arrived. He woke up before the sun, careful not to disturb the woman lying peacefully in his arms. Her breathing was steady, soft, and serene. Alex couldn't help but watch her for a moment, the weight of his love for her settling in his chest.

Even as the morning light filtered through the curtains, he still had no idea what he was going to do. But today, he promised himself, he would make it work. No matter what.

Carefully, Alex slipped out of bed and began his mission. He'd gathered a few things, but they all seemed so trivial in comparison to the emotions he wanted to convey. After a while, he decided on the simplest yet most meaningful gesture—a handwritten letter. It wasn't much, but he poured every ounce of his heart into it.

He wanted her to know that even though the world tried to shape him into something cold, something distant, she had somehow melted the walls around him. That no matter the chaos, the danger, or the distance, she was his anchor. The thought of her smile, her laughter, and the way she made him feel like he belonged to something bigger than himself—those were the real treasures.

When Y/N finally stirred and opened her eyes, Alex was sitting beside her, the letter in his hands, a small smile playing at the corners of his lips.

"Good morning," he whispered, running his fingers through her hair. "Happy Valentine's Day."

She smiled, her eyes still a bit sleepy but warm as she gazed at him. "You didn't have to get me anything, Alex."

"I know," he said softly, handing her the letter. "But I wanted to show you how much you mean to me."

Her eyes softened as she took the letter, slowly reading the words he had written for her. She didn't say anything at first, just held the letter close to her chest. The silence between them was filled with an understanding that words could never quite capture.

Then, with a small laugh, she leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. "I love it. I love you."

And just like that, Alex realized something—sometimes the perfect gift wasn't about what you could buy or acquire. It was about giving a piece of yourself, your truth, your heart. In that moment, he knew he had given her the world in a way no treasure ever could.

He wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight. It didn't matter what was under the tree or in the box. As long as she was by his side, everything was perfect.