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Three Times I Loved You (John “Soap” MacTavish X Medic!Reader)

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Summary ~ Everyone knows you and John are in love, everyone except for you and John.

Disclaimer ~ I do not own Moder Warfare or any of its characters.

Word Count ~ 2.3k

Warnings ~ fluff, whump, angst (in that order), mentions of death, blood, injuries, Soap is a simp

Call Of Duty Masterlist

A/n ~ an alternative name for this is ‘three mini stories where two idiots are hopelessly in love but also hopelessly blind’

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“Just keep that elevated Ghost, I’ll get you patched up once we land.” You moved the lieutenant's hand to rest across his chest above his heart, the sizable gash on his forearm now wrapped tightly with a bandage and tourniquet to control the bleeding, “I'll do my best not to mess up your tattoo.” You gave him a light smile.

The plane rumbled around you causing you to grab a hold of the net beside you to steady yourself, “Now, is there anything else I need to look at before I sit my butt in that seat and don't get up?” You raised a brow and looked around the cargo hold at the four men around you.

“I think Ghost is the lucky one today Y/n,” Price piped up as he sat down in one of the seats across from you.

You nodded and looked back at the masked man, “Let me know if the bleeding picks up any or if you need something for the pain, capisci?”

Ghost leaned his head back against the wall of the plane, “capisci.”

You turned around and walked to the other wall where Soap was sitting and took a seat next to him, a long sigh leaving your mouth as the pressure was taken off of your aching feet.

“Well, he dying?” Soap looked over at you with a playful grin on his face.

You nodded, “I give him a few hours at best.”

Ghost rolled his eyes as you glanced over at him, “You will be missed big guy.” You placed a hand over your heart.

“You two will dance on my grave won't you?” Ghost looked over at you both.

“Just a wee jig Lt.” Soap shrugged and sank in his seat a bit while crossing his arms over his chest and smiling over at you.

You smirked, “I'll let him spin me a few times like they did back in the forties, we’ll make a real show out of it.”

Gaz was looking between the three of you smiling at the conversation unfolding, “Don't worry Ghost, I'll miss ya.” He laughed.

A comfortable silence settled over you all as the adrenaline slowly started to fade from your bodies leaving you all exhausted and the familiar ache to settle into your muscles.

Soap had fallen asleep not too long ago and was now resting his head against the wall of the plane while quiet snores fell from his lips. Your eyes were slowly growing heavier the longer you sat beside him, the humming of the plane’s engine only furthering that feeling

It didn't take long for you to give in to your body’s exhaustion and let your eyes droop shut while leaning back to mimic Soap’s position, the only thing that stopped you from actually falling to sleep was the uncomfortable angle of your neck.

So, you sat back up and frowned while looking over at Soap who was sleeping soundly with his neck bent back the exact same way, you silently cursed his ability to sleep anywhere and leaned your head on his shoulder.

Much to your surprise and dismay, his shoulder was actually very comfortable. The soft feeling of his muscles against the side of your head mixed with the scent that was just so him allowing you to let your guard down. It didn't take long for you to relax your body and actually let yourself fall to sleep.

What you didn't know was that while you were both sleeping, Price took a picture of you both on his phone, a picture that would later be sent to you by Gaz with the caption ‘Look how cute.’

Gaz learned how fast he could run that day.

•••

“What the hell happened?” You all but yelled at the men who were dragging Soap between them, his body hanging limply between them both.

You rushed forward and guided them to lay him down on the table.

“Explosion went off, he was too close to it.” Ghost explained while he and Price lifted Soap onto the table and stepped away to let you work.

“Any update on our evac Price?” You asked as your hands moved to the side of Soap’s face, turning it to either side so you could locate the source of the bleeding from his scalp.

Price knelt on the other side of Soap’s unconscious body, “They can't get here for at least a few hours,” He helped you as best he could by bringing your pack over and pulling out the supplies he knew you would need, “Can you stabilize him here?”

You didn't say anything as your hands moved to the large gash on the side of his head, the blood pouring from his scalp making you worry, it was too much blood.

Head wounds always bleed more no matter how shallow or deep they are, there will always be more blood than you think possible.

Your body worked on autopilot as you triaged him, the worst of his injuries was the cut on his head so that's what you worked on first.

Your hands never shook when you worked and that was something you prided yourself on, your steady hands. But now that your hands were covered in Soap’s blood as you worked to stitch up his head you noticed the small tremor in your hands.

Seeing Soap looking so much like a corpse did something to your mind, it made you panic and it made your heart ache in your chest.

You stayed completely silent as you worked and didn't utter a word until you were sure you had closed every single one of the wounds that threatened to make him bleed out. Your stitches weren't as neat as they normally were and you cursed yourself for that, cursed the tremor in your hands that had yet to go away

Nearly an hour had passed and you were sitting silently next to Soap just waiting for him to wake up, praying to anyone who would listen to let him wake up.

Ghost had helped you clean everything up and watched you carefully while you washed Soap’s blood off of your hands, you swore that he almost looked worried about you when you went to sit back down next to the table.

“You need anything Y/n?” Ghost asked quietly as he stood in the doorway of the kitchen.

You shook your head, “Just need him to wake up.”

Ghost wasn't dumb, he had seen the way you and Soap looked at each other, he knew there was some unspoken thing between you both but he would never say anything to either of you about it.

“I'll be in here if you need me.” He told you and waited until you nodded before leaving the kitchen to walk into the small living room.

You watched the slow rising and falling of Soap’s chest from where you sat in your chair, your eyes staying on that small motion and using it to reassure yourself that he was alive.

A different movement is what pulled your attention away from his chest, his eyes slowly opening and blinking lazily up at the ceiling.

You stood from your chair and moved to stand next to him, “Hey, Soap? Can you hear me?” You pulled the penlight from your vest pocket and moved it across his eyes.

Soap groaned slightly and pushed your hand away, “Quit shining that bloody light in my eyes.” He winced at the movement.

“Hold still.” You told him while you continued to check his pupil's reaction to the light, “How do you feel?” You asked him as you put your light away.

“Like crap.” He muttered.

“You know where we are?”

He looked over at you like you were crazy, his eyes still carrying a tired haze in them, “Uh, we were supposed to meet you and Gaz at a safe house?” He squeezed his eyes shut as he tried to sit up, both the pain in his body and your hand on his chest preventing him from doing so, “What happened?” He looked over at you.

You pressed your hand down on his shoulder and trailed your thumb along his shirt, “Explosion knocked you unconscious, cracked your head open like an egg.”

He raised his hand to grab your wrist and rested it there, “Don't scare me like that again Johnathan.”

“Your hand is shaking.” He pointed out.

You frowned, “That's your fault.”

“Sorry.” He rolled his head back so he was looking up at the ceiling, “Everyone else okay?” He asked quietly.

You nodded, “Few cuts and scrapes, but they'll live.”

He ran his thumb along the side of your wrist as he hummed quietly, his face twisting in pain for a moment before it relaxed again.

“Want me to give you something to help with the pain?” You moved to pull away from him only for his grip on your wrist to tighten and keep you from moving.

“Stay.”

That one simple word was enough to make you never want to leave his side.

So that's what you did. You stayed at his side until your evac came and even then you were still right beside him.

•••

Soap could often be found in your office after missions, if he wasn't in the gym he was always in your office lounging in the swivel chair you had in the corner while you worked your way through paperwork.

You didn't mind his company, you usually craved it, his quiet constant presence was something you used to ground yourself after a long day of patching up wounds. Sometimes you lost a patient that you weren't able to save and on those days you tended to lock yourself into your office at night and pour yourself into your work, those nights were the ones you needed Soap’s company the most.

And he was always happy to give it.

So, here you were, sitting quietly at your desk working on filling out a death certificate and all the other paperwork that went along with it, some to send to the man’s family and some that would be filed away for future reference if it was needed. Soap was sitting silently in the corner of your office scribbling in his journal, he would occasionally ask you a question or crack a joke to make sure you were still present since you tended to shut your mind off after stuff like this.

“You see the mess Gaz made earlier?” Soap asked quietly, his voice only loud enough to carry over to the other side of the room where you sat hunched over the desk.

Soap’s eyes stayed on the journal in his lap as he waited for you to respond, his eyes only leaving the paper when you stayed silent.

He looked over at you and frowned, your shoulders were right and your brows were set in a near-permanent frown, “Y/n? You hear me?” He spoke up this time and earned your attention.

“What?” You pulled your eyes from the paper at your desk and looked over at him, “Sorry, what did you say?”

Soap’s face contorted as he frowned, “You should take a break.” He suggested.

You shook your head, “I've got too much to do.” Your eyes dropped back down to your desk and moved across the paper spread on top of it.

“Ten minutes won't kill you.” Soap stood from his seat, the wheeled chair creaking as he moved off of it, “Come on, we’re going to get something to eat.” He walked over to your desk and looked down at you.

“I'm not hungry.” You shook your head and went back to filling out the reports.

Soap placed his palms on the side of your desk and leaned forward on them, “When was the last time you ate?”

You shrugged, “Few hours ago.”

He sighed, “You know, for someone so good at taking care of everyone else you're shit at taking care of yourself.” He said while staring directly at you.

You leaned back in your chair and dropped your pen on the desk, your eyes staring holes into the paper in front of you with read ‘Certificate Of Death’

“Not sure I'm that good at taking care of anyone John.” You muttered.

“Hey.” Soap grabbed the back of your chair and pulled it to the side, spinning your chair so you were facing him, “You did everything you could have to try and save him, that much shrapnel to the chest would take a miracle to fix, you know that.” He knelt in front of you so he could look up at your face.

“You know he has a wife, she's pregnant with their second kid.” You chewed on the inside of your lip as you met Soap’s eyes, “Now she's a widow, and their kids lost their dad.”

Usually, this kind of thing didn't get to you, you were good at compartmentalizing and moving forward, but for some reason, this one really stuck with you.

“Come ‘ere bonnie.” Soap stood and stepped forward to pull you up into his chest, your shoulders sunk and your arms moved around his torso to hold him tightly.

“I wasn't good enough to save him and now his family has to find out that he's gone.” You whimpered as your voice cracked, Soap didn't need to see your face to know you were crying.

Soap wrapped his arms around your back and pulled you into his body even tighter, “That's not true, it's not your fault.” he ran his hand up and down along your back to try and soothe you, all it did though was make you cry harder.

All of the pent-up emotions you had been holding in came flowing out as Soap held you. The only thing keeping you on your feet was his arms around you and he would have gladly held you forever if you asked him to.

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echo-three-one · 4 months

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How ‘bout Jealous Soap x reader?

Hello Earthisdonut 🌍 🍩

I saw your ask while I was at work and I can't stop thinking about how the story goes... I had a lot of ideas but as I wrote, it kept on swinging on the other direction. Maybe it's my feelings being resonated into the words or an entire force telling me to go this way. Anyways here you go...

A jealous soap x reader fic.

Take me home

You take a deep breath and closed your eyes, clearing away the mixed sounds of random chatter, loud tv commentary and the all the yelling. 'Friday evening shifts are the worst' you thought to yourself as you make your way back to your station, wearing a smile on your face.

"Hey miss!" a customer whistled from the far end of the counter. You hastily walked to him and smiled.

"What can I get you?" you asked with sincerity in your voice. You've worked long enough to master the art of faking a smile when in fact you are tired, but this job is all you have and the tips kept the bills afloat.

"Two beers and roasted nuts, please." He ordered, you were impressed at how kind he was, unlike the other new customers who reeked of rudeness and bad manners.

"Coming right up, Sir!" you winked as you tend to his order, mentally noting his tab for later. You hand him over the beer, placed on a circular chip that served as a coaster, followed by a heaping bowl of roasted nuts.

This kind of scene continued throughout the night, just with different kinds of people with different combinations of orders. You feel tired but you tend to forget it when you look at the tip jar, the thing that kept you moving forward. It's also the thing that's holding you back from life, you remembered when your best friend told you that you should unwind sometimes instead of rendering overtime during your day offs, to which you replied : "Soon enough", and that was well over a year ago.

As you wiped off the recently left spot by the counter, a well built man immediately took the spot and sat down, you tilted you head upward as the action surprised you. There he was, you couldn't miss his look, he stood out on the crowd because of his haircut, a perfectly cut mohawk and a scar on his left eye. He grinned at you, his blue eyes looked excited as soon as it met yours.

"John? I didn't know you'd be home!" You gasped as soon as you realized he's actually there, quickly putting a shot glass and pouring his favorite drink.

"Hey Y/N! I knew I'd find you here!" his hand gestured for a shake but he quickly dismissed it as soon as he realized he couldn't do it while you're at work.

"Yeah, working as always." you replied, trying to sound contented. He smiled at you as he raised his glass and downed the drink. You couldn't help but look at the way his Adam's apple moved as he consumed the drink.

His face turned into something incomprehensible as he let the taste of the strong alcohol set in, making you chuckle a little. His eyes turned to you as he heard you laugh.

"What's funny?" he asked. You simple shook you head and poured another pint on his shot glass.

"I'll be back in a few. I have to serve drinks for these wild crowd." You informed him, but as soon as you were about to step out, you hear him stand up.

"What time will you be off?" He asked.

"Two more hours." You replied without looking back. You could feel your cheeks warm up and an uncontrollable smile plastered on your face.

"Okay. I'll be here till then." he yelled as you entered the door to the employee's area.

'Shit Shit shit shit.' you whispered to yourself as you regain composure. He felt way off. He didn't act like this toward you before. You could feel something odd between you two, and you're very distracted about it.

You made your way to your manager's office to request a five minute break. You knew he'd approve a breather from you because he was a accommodating to you since day one. You believed it's because you always give it your all in every shift.

You softly knock on his office door and pushed it slightly ajar, peeking your head through it as you saw him on his desk, doing some paperwork.

"Ah, Y/N. You need anything, love?" he greeted in his usual tone. His endearment didn't matter you as he calls every female "love".

"Can I take a five? Just needed to breathe." you huffed. He nodded in approval and stood up.

"Let's puff it out, yeah?" he smiled as he offered a stick of cigarette.

The cold breeze of the Saturday evening wrapped around your work uniform. The noise from the bar was muffled but occasional screams would echo across the street. You exhaled a long stream of cigarette smoke through your mouth as the relaxing feel of nicotine coursed through your system. Smoking was your go-to activity whenever you feel extreme unexplained emotions, such as seeing John MacTavish after a long time.

"Tough crowd?" Your manager turned his head to you as you casually leaned on the cold metal railing.

"Not really. I just saw someone I least expected to see." You retorted, pressing your lips against the cigarette butt as you closed your eyes and inhaled the vice.

"Someone you hate?" He queried.

"Not necessarily. But at one point of my life, maybe... It's just... it's complicated." You complained, sighing at the thought of him once again. You mentally fought against yourself whether to reminisce or not, reminding yourself that the reason you went out here was to clear your head, not to fill it with memories of summer 4 years ago.

You fixed your posture and flicked off the cigarette butt to the ashtray. Your boss followed, escorting you back to the office.

"Thanks for the company. I needed it." You thanked him as you crossed the street. He hummed in acknowledgement as he opened the door for you. You couldn't help but scan the room quickly for a mohawk, but he wasn't around. Maybe he went to the bathroom, you thought to yourself as you get back to your station.

9:59 pm. Your eyes trailed to the huge digital clock by the door, rapidly moving across the crowd still no mohawk in sight. This actually made you sad, he wasn't the kind of guy who dissappoints, you always saw him as a man of his word. You did confirm that he already paid for his tab about an hour and a half ago, just after your short break.

Guess you're going home alone. So much for ' I'll be here till then' you mentally argued, frowning as you wiped off the last glass in the tray.

10:00 pm. You sighed and lazily grabbed your time card and let the huge metal clock record your departure. You felt your energy quickly deplete due to the dissappointment that is John MacTavish.

"See you on Monday!" you waved goodbye to your coworkers who seemed to notice your sudden loss of energy. You push the back door slowly and stepped outside. It was getting cold and you weren't prepared for it.

"Hey." A low scottish accent muttered just beside you, making you yelp in surprise.

"Holy crap, you scared the shit out of me!" you angrily punched his strong arm, hurting yourself in the process.

"I'm sorry." he spoke lazily, almost tired or drunk. You couldn't exactly tell, but it was far from his tone earlier.

"Pretty chilly, eh?" you asked him, imitating his accent. Something that you always considered a major turn on when it comes to him.

"A little bit. And your impression is way off, I don't say it like that." he retorted nonchalantly making you worry if something happened while he was waiting.

"You seem a little off, what's the problem?" you asked, playfully bumping him while you walked the empty streets on your way home.

"It's just... uh.. Nevermind." he trailed off, his secrecy was making you impatient and you stopped on your tracks. He continued walking, looking down at the ground until he noticed you're no longer beside him.

He turned back. "You forgot something?"

"I don't get you." you raised your voice. He slowly walked back to you until he's just inches away from your face.

"Yeah. I'm sorry. I should've just asked..."

"Asked what? You told me you'd stay here till my shift is over and then you're gone like that?" you complained, the tone of your voice was demanding and you could see him flinch when words hurt.

"I didn't want to raise suspicion."

"Who would be suspicious of you?!"

"Shortly after you left, I took a smoke. But I didn't do it by the smoking area. I was way up here, enjoying the breeze." he said, turning to the smoking area which was very visible from up here. Was he sad because he saw you and your manager by the smoking area? What kind of eyes did he have? You didn't want to assume things so you started to supply him with questions to fill in the blanks.

"And? Was the area too sad for you to be all emo like that all of a sudden?" you complained, soing your best impression of an angry person, but you know deep inside that you couldn't get angry at this man.

"Yeah. You could say that." he chuckled. He couldn't even look at you anymore.

"Bullshit." you retorted. He slowly tilted his head and smiled as soon as your eyes met. The view was so gorgeous you almost felt like the world was in slow motion.

"You don't have to believe me if you want. Why are you walking with me home anyway. You could've said no. I bet he has some nice fancy car to drive you home." he blurted, fog started to huff out of his mouth as the snow started to fall from the sky.

"Where are you going with this, John?" you spat, letting the emotions get the best of you. If only he was clear enough then this wouldn't have happened.

"I saw the two of you smiling while talking, I thought to myself. Yeah, she's happy with that bloke huh, I wish I knew that before I invited her earlier." he breathed out. You almost felt guilty, but it wasn't your fault. He easily assumed things that weren't even true.

"What made you think we're together? Just because we're smoking together doesn't mean we're in a relationship. Is that what you thought?" you replied, fighting back helping him on his way to the truth.

He paused, it's as if his whole thought process was shattered when your words stung him.

"I got jealous. To be fair, I was gone for 4 years... I always thought you already found someone else within that time." he frowned. It was not usual of him to feel this vulnerable.

"Look-" you tried to explain but you suddenly felt his warm embrace wrapped around you.

"I'm sorry..." he whispered. The same words he said before leaving 4 years ago. The same words that hurt you back then and the same words that's going to hurt you at this moment. He was the one that got away, he was the one whom you shared your most magical moments with, but not the one who's going to be there until the end. He'll have to leave anytime soon, as his job requires him to save the world. You told him he could settle for less risky world saving endeavors but he insisted that this was his purpose. And you were not willing to let him choose again.

"You know... you're not supposed to feel jealousy." you consoled, rubbing his well sculpted back.

"I know... I couldn't help it." he whispered.

"Let's get you home, John." you whisper to him as he pulls away from you, his face pouted like a baby whose candy got stolen.

"Why are you here anyway?" you added.

"I'm getting reassigned to a new task force. I figured I could say goodbye to someone I hold dear." he smirked, he felt normal, but then again you couldn't help but feel that this would be the last time you'll be seeing him. You we're thinking he won't be able to travel freely back here anymore or worse, he'll be the hero the world wanted him to be.

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