Call Of Duty Oneshots

Rendezvous-Makarov(Smut)

"No. Absolutely not." Your body tensed up as you sat patiently outside your captain's office. His voice breaking through the wall making you anxious. You wouldn't even be in this position if Captain MacTavish had just agreed to your idea just moments before. Now you sat patiently wondering how idiotic you must have sounded. "Damn it, Y/N." You mumbled to yourself. "If only you kept your mouth shut." Just then the door opened and you stood up. "Captain Price I-"

"Come in here. I want to hear what you have to say." He moved out of the door frame just enough for you to walk past. MacTavish stood arms crossed and eyes narrowed. "Well go on, Y/L/N, tell Price what you told me." All eyes were on you now.
"Well..." you coughed. "I have intel that Makarov will be spending a weekend in Milan. I know if you give me a chance I can go and keep an eye on him. See what I ca-"

"That's enough!" MacTavish slams his fist on table in front of him. "You'll compromise yourself. Compromise us!" His voice made you feel so small. Price glares at MacTavish before placing a hand on your shoulder making you look at him. "Go on."
You smile faintly. "He doesn't know who I am. I'll be completely safe. A normal girl in Italy for a vacation."

You can feel MacTavish staring you down the anger hitting you hard. Price rolled his eyes.
"Soap, I'm gonna send her in." He walked over to the map hanging up on the wall. "If Makarov is out in the open even for a few days it'll be a perfect opportunity for us to collect information on him." He paused then turned to you. "Head down to the armory, Y/L/N. Soap will meet you down there." Before MacTavish could say anything else you were out of the room. As you're walking off you can hear them arguing.

Once at the armory you slide your body down against the door and wait for MacTavish. The events prior making your fists clench. "I hate him." you mumble to no one. "He's in charge not my damn father." Just then John is standing directly in front of you. You immediately get on your feet. "John I-"

"I'm not here to yell or tell you what to do." You stare at him curiously as he rubs the back of his neck. "Price thinks you had a great idea and that I was being too hard on you. I just care about you and don't want to see you in danger." His eyes avoid yours. He's apologizing? You stare at him a moment before placing your hand on his face forcing him to look at you.

"I know. Thank you." He pulled you in for a hug and it killed you inside. If only he knew the reason why you suggested this "mission". He lets go of you and unlocks the door to the armory. Inside you both put together a bag of equipment you'd possibly need. One last check of the supplies and you were on your way to the airport.

The car ride was silent. John periodically looked in your direction, but said nothing. As he pulled in front of the main entrance he cleared his throat. "I know things between us are...awkward." He pauses. "But I think you of all people can understand why I'm the way I am." It was no secret that things were strange.

One night you both could be fighting and the next you're clinging to each other in a hot late night sex session. It hurt you really. John was afraid of losing you and it wasn't hard to figure that out, but you both wanted to keep things casual. He was the Captain after all. Your feelings were more "desperate attraction than love" as he so bluntly had put it, but deep down he loved you. God did he love you. He'd never tell you though and you? Well you couldn't fully love him. If only he knew.

You let out sigh as the thought ran through your head and you looked over at him. "I know, John." As you stepped out of the car and grabbed your bag you walked over to the driver side. He took your hand in his from the open window and faintly smiled. "Y/N, I love you." You slowly pulled away in shock. Now? You had to say it now?! Just as he was about to say another word you kissed his cheek and walked through the busy terminal. His figure fading in the distance as you looked back behind you one last time.