Call of duty one shots

This week was different. Y/N, usually the heart and soul of the team, was quieter, her laughter replaced by an unsettling silence that brushed against Gaz like an unexpected chill. He sat in the common area, watching her from across the room as she organized the team's finances. Each time he tried to catch her gaze, she seemed to look through him, lost in thoughts she had yet to share.

Concerned, Gaz made his way to her office one afternoon. "Hey, Y/N," he started, trying to keep his tone light. "Is everything okay?"

She looked up, her eyes distant, and shrugged, brushing him off with an airy wave of her hand. "I'm fine, Gaz. Just busy."

He frowned, wanting desperately to understand the storm brewing behind her calm facade. Hours later, during a break in their chaotic schedules, he knocked softly on her bedroom door. The room was dim, the curtains drawn, and there she lay on her bed with a book, seemingly absorbed in another world. But her visage betrayed her emotions—the stark tension in her shoulders told him all he needed to know.

"Y/N," he called softly, stepping inside. "Can we talk?"

She glanced up, sighing heavily. "Not now, can we just… not?"

His heart sank. This wasn't like her. Gaz wanted to respect her space, but anguish grew within him. He refused to back down. "I'm worried about you. You're not yourself lately."

She remained silent, her fingers absently tracing the pages, dismissing him with each flick through the text. In frustration, he pressed on, "Don't brush me off. Something's clearly bothering you."

Finally, she shot up from the bed, annoyance flaring in her eyes. "You really want to know? I'm frustrated, mad, upset, tired, exhausted… and let's not forget, I'm on my period. Oh, and now I'm suddenly aroused, thanks to these mood swings!" Her voice echoed in the small space, a mix of anger and raw vulnerability.

He was taken aback, his mouth slightly agape. He had barely scratched the surface of what she had been feeling. Gaz softened, his concern morphing into a deep understanding. "Y/N, I—"

"No!" She interrupted, her voice shaky. "Just… just leave me alone."

But Gaz couldn't leave her like this—not when she was clearly hurting. He locked the door, silencing the outside world, and turned to face her, determination sparking in his eyes.

"Y/N," he said gently, stepping closer. "You need to relax. Let me help you." He reached out, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear, and watched the way her breathing hitched.

"Gaz, I—" she started, but he silenced her with a soft finger pressing against her lips.

His touch sent electric shivers down her spine, awakening something deeper inside her, a desire tangled with her frustration. Gaz leaned in, capturing her lips with his, the kiss igniting the air between them. She melted into him, tension pouring away as he deepened the kiss, his hands exploring her waist.

He guided her back onto the bed, his lips trailing down her neck as his fingers sought the knots in her shoulders. Her body responded, arching towards him, chasing the comfort he was offering. Gaz worked diligently, his lips teasing her skin, his hands kneading away the stress.

With each kiss and every soft caress, her frustration began to transform. The weight of her mood slowly lifted, replaced by warmth and yearning. Gaz felt her body relax beneath his touch, the more he massaged, the more he felt her resolve crumbling.

"See?" he murmured against her collarbone, peppering sweet kisses across her skin. "Just let go."

"I didn't realize…" she whispered, her eyes fluttering close, surrendering to the relief he was giving her.

He smirked, a wicked glint in his gaze as he drew back to look down at her, the soft glow from the lamp illuminating her features. "You deserve this release, Y/N. Just focus on how good this feels."

With that, he dove back in, intent on making this moment hers—a sanctuary amidst the chaos of the world around them, a place where they could reconnect. Gaz was determined to ensure that this week wouldn't only be remembered for distance, but for the closeness that followed, rekindling the fire they had for each other, one soothing touch at a time.