Short stories about MW2 Characters.
It can be Character x Reader, or Character x Character, Character x Character x Reader, whatever you like! You can leave your One Shot suggestion on the first part comments!
You're at the bar from the final MW2 scene with your friends, drinking and having fun.
It was a beautiful Saturday night. Nothing better than spending time with your best friends at a chill bar, having some drinks and listening to good music. My friends and I were talking shit about others like usual, just spelling tea about everyone and telling each other's problems and what we experienced throughout the week.
I had some y/f/d to start, I started to feel the music in my bones. My friends invited me to dance. I began to move to the rhythm of the music, I felt so good that I didn't care about the rest of people looking at us.
We were being loud and crazy, it felt awesome. I needed to drink something stronger. I was so into it that my friends eventually got bored of the music but I kept dancing alone. They suddenly played Rock & Roll, I fucking loved it, I was headbanging sensually, in front of my friends, they were recording me and encouraging me to keep dancing.
"Seems like people like watching you dance y/n..." Said one of my friends, talking to me with their eyes, telling me to look at a group of guys at the bar counter.
One of them was looking at me carefully, his hair looked interesting.
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I couldn't tell what he was drinking, I was a bit drunk to be honest that it didn't let me see well. I didn't pay too much attention to him, he was probably thinking I was crazy. But the week has been so stressful that I didn't care, I needed to clear my mind.
I kept moving my head and body, rubbing my hands on myself. I honestly felt like a stripper, I felt powerful. I was minding my businesses when my friends began to laugh and whisper things to each other, I didn't understand anything. I looked at my clothes but everything was perfectly fine. When I suddenly heard a deep voice with an accent.
"Can I invite you to a drink?" Said a man.
I looked behind me, it was the man that has been looking at me dancing. I looked at my friends, they were trying so hard to act normal. I found the man attractive though, and something inside me started to purr the moment he spoke.
"Sure" I said, I tried to look interesting.
We made our way to the bar counter, we sat at it where it wasn't many people around, most likely to a corner.
"I'm Y/n" I said to him.
"Well y/n, they call me Soap, but you can call me Johnny" Said he.
"S-Soap?" I asked him.
What kind of name was that? Why would someone be called Soap, I didn't understand anything.
