Call of duty one shots

Chapter 11: Soap x Y/N



A Weekend to Remember

It was a quiet Friday evening, and the sun dipped low in the sky, casting an orange hue across the town. Soap, whose real name was John MacTavish, was pacing back and forth in their cozy home, glancing at the clock with growing concern. He had prepared so lovingly for this special day—his and Y/N's anniversary. Despite the years they'd spent together, he still felt that familiar rush of excitement whenever he thought about her, even amidst the chaos of family life.

He had planned a romantic weekend getaway, complete with a hotel room adorned with rose petals, candles, and a bottle of red wine waiting to be sipped. In his mind, tonight would be a wonderful escape from the routine of children and work, a chance for them to reconnect with each other—just the two of them.

But as evening crept closer, Y/N hadn't arrived home yet. Instead, she was still buried in work at the marketing company, juggling deadlines and conference calls. The kids, Sasha, Lilly, and Jace, had been in and out of the living room all day, wrestling with toys and bickering over who got to pick the next show on television. Soap loved them dearly, but it was clear that Y/N had been stretched thin lately, trying to balance work amidst the whirlwind of parenthood.

With a sigh, Soap made up his mind. He couldn't let the day slip away without at least reminding Y/N how much she was loved. He quickly fired off a text to her. "Hope you're not working too hard, lass. An adventure awaits after your shift. ❤️"

He waited at the office, leaning against his truck, watching the few lights flickering in the building. As the hours ticked by, he saw Y/N's silhouette through the glass panes, tirelessly working, completely immersed in her tasks. The office was nearly empty now, save for a few dedicated souls. Eventually, her head drooped, and before he knew it, she had fallen asleep at her desk, the soft hum of the computer lighting her features.

A smile spread across Soap's face, his heart swelling with affection. She looked so peaceful, lost in slumber, oblivious to the world around her. Carefully, he walked in, and with gentle hands, he lifted her from the chair. She stirred slightly but didn't wake, her head snuggling into the crook of his shoulder.

Soap felt a sense of warmth wash over him. It was these little moments, these quiet gestures, that made everything worthwhile. He carried her out to the car, settling her comfortably before sliding into the driver's seat.

The drive to the hotel was peaceful, filled with the serene quiet of the night and the soft sound of Y/N's breathing. He parked the car, reached over to gently wake her up.

"Hey, love. Time to wake up," he murmured softly, brushing his lips against her forehead.

She blinked a few times, confusion washing over her features. "John? What… what's going on?"

He chuckled, taking her hand and leading her inside the hotel, where the warm golden lights contrasted against the cool of the night. As they entered their room, her eyes widened at the sight. Candles flickered on the bedside table, and a bouquet of fresh daisies—their favorite—filled the air with a sweet scent.

"Happy anniversary, darling. I wanted to surprise you," he said, pouring a glass of wine and gesturing to the spread of chocolates laid out on the small table.

Y/N's face softened, and her heart swelled with emotion. "Oh, Soap! I'm so sorry—I completely forgot! Work has been insane, and I just… I didn't notice."

"Hey, doesn't matter now. We've got the whole weekend to ourselves," he reassured her, handing her the flowers. "You deserve this. A break from everything and just… us."

As the night wore on, they shared stories, laughter, and a few glasses of wine, reminiscing about their life together—the good and the challenging times that only deepened their bond. By the time they turned in, they felt a renewed sense of connection.

The next morning, Y/N stirred awake to the rich aroma of coffee wafting through the room. She opened her eyes to find Soap kneeling beside the bed, a breakfast tray balanced precariously in his hands, decorated with her favorite flowers and a knowing smirk on his face.

"Good morning, love. I hope you're ready to be spoiled," he teased, his eyes twinkling.

Confused but delighted, Y/N could only smile as she sat up, realizing she had all the time in the world to regroup, to breathe, and to cherish the man beside her.

"Thank you," she whispered, feeling gratitude wash over her. "Thank you for everything. I needed this."

As they shared breakfast in bed that morning, surrounded by warmth and laughter, Y/N realized that despite the pressures of work and the whirlwind of parenting, Soap always found a way to remind her of what truly mattered—love, family, and connection. It was a weekend they would always remember, a reminder that even in the chaos of life, moments of intimacy and adventure could still be crafted with a little thought and a whole lot of love.


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