COD MW2 CHARACTERS X (TRANSMASC) READER

Soap x tsundere reader

This was a nice break from like to think about things for a little while. "Do I really like him like that..? Like.... Romantically. Or is it just me liking to see any big bulky sweaty guy in a military outfit? Or without it... No no, c'mon y/n focus, this is serious. Would I... Want to be in a relationship with him? Or is it just a craving for some fun in life for once? Do I want him to touch and kiss me like I'm the only on before his eyes? Do I want to be the only one before his eyes, or am I just desperate enough for anyone to show me a flicker of love and affection? Is he really that special... Or am I just too depraved to think clearly?"

Y/n's thoughts started to wander, considering the sea of possibilities on the topic. With their eyes closed, the palm of their right hand flattened against the soaked skin across their thigh, fingers spreading out like butter, subconsciously gripping the flesh, a burning feeling in their belly flaring up like a wild animal, burning for a simple touch, an act of love and care. Their palm moved between their legs, fingers working slowly and gently as y/n began teasing themselves in the shower, fantasizing about that Scottish bastard once again. They weren't entirely conscious about their own actions at the moment, but soon their mind was flooded by images of memories of him, whenever he laughed with them in the cafeteria, spent late nights talking and getting their tongues loose of the alcohol. A twinge of embarrassment ran through them at the memory of the things they said that night, but Soap didn't seem to mind or remember, either way thanks to the effects of the alcohol they were under at the time. Their other hand moved over to cover their lips as a soft sigh escaped from between their teeth. Their dominant hand began moving more and more relentlessly, rubbing and stroking faster and harder, feeling that familiar tingle in their lower stomach. That sweet little itch, that craving that just keeps impending until it explodes inside their stomach. How y/n wished it wasn't their own hand, how pathetic it is to touch yourself in a public shower of the barracks? He could walk in any moment. Anyone could for that matter. Y/n's mind swirled in the quicksand of mental images of the sergeant, imaginating how his touch would feel on their bare skin, how it'd be gentle yet firm, burning yet so delightful. How he'd feel on top of him, ravaging them from behind, or maybe laying underneath them, letting y/n rude him like a good little bitch. Would he call them a slut? Would he look down on them for these feelings? Or would he cherish them and kiss and caress away every bruise after the waves of ecstasy subsided? The thought of being given aftercare by the man they were so head over heels for brought a soft smile to y/n's lips. But then soon, one final flick of their wrist and they bit down on their own finger over their mouth, muffling a keen cry as they came hard, spurting onto the tiled floor, the flowing water washing away any proof of y/n's fantasies.

With a sigh, y/n looked down, watching the last remnants disappearing in the drain before they got out of the shower. Y/n picked up their assigned white towel, limping over to the bench by the locker rooms. They wrapped the towel around themselves and sat there for a while, their mind was constantly wandering around MacTavish. Y/n wants to blame him for getting shot so much but at the same time they were the one daydreaming about him. He didn't even do anything. He might not even know...

"Goshdarnit I love him so much I hate it..." Y/n said it under their breath, only to be dragged back to reality by the sound of the door opening and the particular "him" standing right in the doorway.

"Really, who?" He asked with an oblivious grin, that stupid look he had on whenever he was excited or just happy. God how y/n hated loving it so much.

"What-?? Uhh Sergeant uh.. Hello!" How professional. No worries y/n, you totally nailed this. "Uhhhh... Secret..?" Wow that's just genius, good job y/n.

Soap just laughed their struggle off. "No worries love, relax a bit aye? We're friends after all..." He walked over to his own locker by y/n's and opened it, pulling his shirt off.

Y/n's face burnt up immediately, yet still did didn't look away before taking a good look at the sight beside themselves.

"Right... Yes.. just... Still a bit new for me... But I'm glad- that... we're friends..!" Y/n tried reassuring but failed miserably.

"You all good mate..?" Soap stepped closer with a concerned look. "You look like you got a fever. Actually-... lemme check." He put his hand on y/n's forehead. "Well I ain't no medic but you don't seem to have a fever..." Y/n just stared dumbfounded, as their eyes kept darting around, unable to look him in the eyes, but also his naked torso was 2/3 of their view. In this vulnerable position all they could blurt out in a weak mumble was "Hot..." Soap stepped even closer to check again, touching their cheeks now, they were indeed hot but not a sign of a fever at all. "Really? You look incredibly flushed but i doubt you'd have a fever." He seemed to catch onto the signs, a teasing little smirk tugging at the corner of his lips, but he held back from teasing further.

Y/n quickly turned away, forcefully dragging their face away from his hands. "Oh what? You feeling better?" Soap asked y/n with a full on grin now. "Yes... But it's getting late so I'm gonna go now..." Y/n said refusing to look at him so he wouldn't see their face. As they turned Soap grabbed their arm. "Hey. Look at me. You sure you're alright?" Y/n was shocked at the sudden change in tone, as Soap switched to genuine care and curiosity while still holding their arm making sure they don't escape. "Yes... A lot better." "Alright... See? It wasn't so hard. I really just wanted to know if I'm gonna see my friend tomorrow in the morning." He said jokingly and chuckled quietly. "Friend..." Y/n acknowledged under their breath as they smiled back at him. "Sorry mate what-?" He asked but was cut off by a quick and a bit louder interruption than intended "NOTHING!!... Khm... I'm. Fine... My leg hurts, but I'm... Alright..." Y/n's eyes darted down at his body once again, letting out a shaky sigh, slowly looking up at him. This obvious behavior was doing wonders to his ego, that full on grin plastered over his face once again.

"L-Let me go already, you look stupid!" Y/n exclaimed, blushing furiously upon getting caught staring again. "I may LOOK stupid, but I'm not actually mentally challenged sweetheart, and I know you don't want me to let go right now. Your words may tell me to, but everything else is saying otherwise."
He said, his voice dropping as he took a step closer, his hand reaching around and placing upon the small of y/n's back.

"But tell me no if I misread the signs..." *He murmured, towering over them, their lips mere inches away from y/n's, as his eyes bore into their's intensely.

Y/n couldn't utter a single word, eyes stuck on his lips, looking up reluctantly sat his eyes with hope. "That's what I thought." He whispered, pulling them into a warm, slow kiss. As the kiss became more heated moment by moment, he groaned lowly against their lips with surpressed excitement. "Unbuckle my belt sweetheart." He murmured a quiet command, as he couldn't keep his hands off of them anymore. As y/n's fingers clumsily undid his belt he growled lowly at the pressure in his pants. His pants hit the floor, the fabric pooling around his ankles, the leather and the metal buckle hitting the tiles with an echoing clang by his bare feet. He stepped out of them and pushed y/n back down onto the bench once more, climbing on top, kissing them more. "Oh sweetheart be so kind to me and let me eat that ass like the full course meal you are." He groaned, pressing harder into y/n's burning flesh.

Last note: this series is ending here, this is an unfinished draft, if anyone want it to continue, request in the comments, otherwise I'm not planning on continuing as I'm not that much into CoD anymore. Thank you for reading, you are lovely 🌹 Please stay tuned for the publish of my new series, there isn't a title to it But here's a quick preview if you're interested:

A group of 6 gets together, and they aren't exactly a friend group, they need to work together to be able to find the megalomaniac, the creator of the Dark Wits serum and take him down before he'd bring apocalypse to their world. Dark Wits is a serum that manipulates the brain, takes away one's free and turns them to a loyal slave to the one they're told to obey, no questions asked. This serum also enhances hearing, reflexes, strength and stamina, making the perfect substance to use to create an army that can overthrow any enforcement. The main 6, this group of anti heroes are the last hope to put a stop to this madness before it evolves to be a form of life essence and the whole world would be depending on it.

Main characters: Nira, Lise, Oscar, Fritz, Sue and Charles, people from different places with different pasts, some had experience in the army, some are just thrown into this system and can't get out. Regardless, this impending problem will affect everyone, and needs to be death with ASAP.