Call Of Duty Oneshots

Secrets Untold-(Soap)

This was planned for a lot of weeks so I expected that I would write this right. Expect new characters from my future stories in this oneshot.

Enjoy!!

Love, NightScare25

*****

You were running away from someone that your boyfriend, John, didn't know. You knew that your hands weren't clean. He only knew that your had no fault.

You thought your relationship with John is genuine. Well, think again. You were cheating on him. There were secrets you didn't reveal to him. You were having a relationship with the world's most wanted terrorist, Makarov.

You left your apartment quickly because your boss was vowing to kill you. Your boss was an assassin. All she wanted was you being genuine to John and the agency.

You sprinted in the silent and dark streets. You hoped that no one would catch you here, not even John. You tried to catch your breath as you stopped.

You felt something sharp injected on your legs. You felt a substance in your body from the injection. You glanced at your leg and collapsed. Your eyes fell and you became unconscious.

The assassin came over and saw you sleeping on the ground. She would be your executioner. She would be the one to execute you.

She crouched until she reached your sleeping level. She gently moved your wrists and tied you with metal cuffs.

*****

You woke up and found yourself hanging. Your wrists and ankles tied with chains. Your body was stretched with the direction of the chains.

You realized that you were caught. You pulled the heavy chains. You began to get worried not about the execution, but about John.

John would cry about you getting executed. If he found out that you were cheating on him, then he wouldn't care.

The prison door opened. The lights shone your face. It was brighter. You saw your boss coming in your prison. She revealed her face to you by removing her hood.

"How was it? You weren't even thinking. You betrayed us, Y/n. And John, Y/n, he is about to know the unleashed secrets you have," your boss said.

"Just tell me when is my execution, Wisdom," you said firmly.

She smirked. "Tomorrow is my slowest," she said as she exited the prison.

You hated her for being ironic, but she treated you as a sister. She loved being in an assassin blood.

You closed your eyes in exhaustion. You are now filled with guilt and lies in your mind. You brainwashed John with your lies. You are sure that he wouldn't believe at your boss.

*****

You woke up in your prison cell with two guards around you. You knew what was going on with today.

The guards were waiting for instructions from your boss. They watched you carefully so you wouldn't escape.

A guard pressed in his intercom. "Bring her in," he asked.

The boss gave them her command.

He gave the signal to his comrades. They started pulling your chains off its hook. They pulled your chains in a forward direction. You had no choice, but to go with the flow.

They pulled you to the door, to the hallway, and finally outside of the building.

*****

"Wisdom, what have she done," John asked, crying.

He couldn't believe what happened. He was filled with the wrong regret. He could have killed Wisdom before.

Wisdom understood Soap. Of course, being in love would result to too much wound in the heart.

"Listen, Soap, we saw her in the bar with the terrorist." Wisdom said, setting a photo of you and Makarov on the table and showing it to John. "I'm sure you warned her already not to do it,"

John nodded.

"Also, I, Soap, warned her about this," she said in a gentle tone.

"Maybe she was spying him in that bar," he argued.

Wisdom sighed as she set another photo of you and Makarov, naked. She began to feel impatient with Soap. Now that she showed evidences to execute you, she is now open to do whatever she wanted.

Soap began to see the truth. He was shocked with the photo. He never realized that you were cheating on him.

"Are you convinced," she asked blankly.

"No!" He snapped, sobbing.

He believed that you were spying on Makarov. You had a lot of evidences to prove she had her hands dirty.

She picked her phone out of her pocket. She played the voice recorder of evidence.

"Makarov, I've done something. I killed an assassin. We are meant to be together," you said.

"Yes, love," he said, slipping on the ring in your finger.

You broke in tears of joy.

"They're getting married next week, Soap. Also, she killed one of our agents," she explained.

A gunshot was heard. Soap began crying again. Everything changed when you were gone.