Male Characters x Male!Reader !One-Shots!

John 'Soap' MacTavish x Gender-Neutral!Reader [Angst&Fluff]

Game; Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2 (2022)

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2nd person narration.

Warning; body horror, reader is referred to by their code name 'night'.

"We're going home, boys!" Price announced as they arrived at the extraction point.

The 141 team had finished a pretty risky mission, and they were leaving with minimal injuries. They watched the helicopter landing but before they got in, Soap noticed one thing.

You weren't with them.

"Guys, has anyone heard from Night?" Ghost, Price, and Gaz looked at each other in silence, and before they could respond, Soap attempted to communicate with you through the radio, "Night? Night?!"

All of them with greeted with radio silence from your side of the radio, and Soap cursed as he holster his pistol, running away from the helicopter to try and find you. Knowing Soap wouldn't be able to find you by himself, the rest of the team ran after him to help him.

Running through falling buildings and stepping over enemy corpses, Soap sprinted while calling for you, his voice almost cracking as he felt a knot growing in his throat, blinking away the tears he was desperately trying to fight back at the thought of having lost you.

But right when he stopped to take a breath for a moment, he caught movement on his right out of the corner of his eye, and turning around, he saw you.

You were sitting on the ground surrounded by debris, laying in a pool of your own blood. Carefully, Soap approached you, he wasn't sure if it was you or not, but upon closer inspection he realized that, in fact, it was you. He rushed toward you when he saw you rest raising and lowering from your slow breathing, shifting around ever so slightly.

That was enough to cause a few tears to fall down his face, relieved that you were still alive, although barely.

"Darling, I found you! What-?" You turned your face further away from him when Soap tried to get closer to you, and he frowned, slightly hurt by your action, "Sweetie?" Soap gently touched your shoulder, watching you flinch and recoil from his touch.

"Don't... look at me, Johnny," Soap felt his chest hurting, his mind running a hundred miles an hour to try and figure out what could've possibly happened to you, and his eyes caught sight of a dead dog nearby. Its neck was broken, and its lifeless body lay a few feet from you, and looking back at you, he saw the blood dripping down your neck.

"You're hurt, please, come with me," you took a deep breath while feeling his hand trailing down your arm to hold your hand tightly. You swallowed difficultly, grimacing at the taste of blood in your mouth, and taking a deep breath, you slowly turned your head to look at Soap.

Soap was left speechless, his eyes opened wide as he stared at your face. Or well, what was left of it at least.

The right sight of your face was ripped apart, leaving big strips of skin and flesh hanging off. Your upper teeth and bits of your jawbone were left exposed, blood gushing out, leaving you dizzy and sweating from the amount of blood you lost. Soap guessed that the dog you had killed was the culprit for hurting you in such a way, and he couldn't hold back the tears anymore, hating himself for not checking up on you earlier as he told you he would.

Now he had to live with the knowledge that you getting hurt and almost killed was his fault.

Without saying anything, Soap picked you from the ground, not caring one bit that he got covered in your blood as well. He gritted his teeth whenever he heard you wincing as the cold air hit your face, but pressing you against him was only gonna hurt you more.

He took you to the helicopter and on the way, he met up with the rest of the team who hadn't been able to receive any response from Soap, he hadn't even realized they were calling for his status, too worried about you and whether you were gonna make it or not.

Price was the first one who saw you, and he informed the medic on the helicopter about your situation. Ghost gritted his teeth when he noticed the state you were in, but he silently helped Ghost take you to the helicopter as quickly as they could. Gaz was slightly scared, he hadn't ever seen something like that, but he quickly snapped back to reality when he realized you needed all the help and support you could get from your best friends.

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Reconstructive surgery was needed, and now the skin on the right side of your face was sewed tight, leaving obvious scars where there used to be flesh. Most of your face had been surgically restored, but there were things that they couldn't do anything about.

Your upper lip had a slit up to your nose, leaving your teeth exposed. But the bottom half was in worse conditions.

Due to muscle loss, you had issues moving the right side of your face, but some facial workouts should work to regain some of that muscle back, but you were warned, your face will never look or move the same as before.

You spend your days with gauze covering pretty much everything exposed, and when the looks on you got too much, you would put a mask over it to hide your wounds.

But, there was something positive about this whole recovery.

Soap was every moment beside you, helping you eat and drying your face whenever you spilled a drink on yourself. He told you every day how you were still you, no matter how you looked, leaving gentle kisses over your scars, careful not to hurt you. He was there to scare away anyone that looked at you disgusted or made fun of you, joking about how a "cute little dog" did that to you.

Let's say, no one ever doubted his scary and lethal military-trained dogs could be.

Ghost would lightly joke around about how you could wear his skull mask better than him, and Gaz always made sure to have your medicines close by just in case you were feeling pain. Price didn't think of you as less than before, he actually seemed to admire your bravery and determination to keep living.

Day by day, walking around without hiding became more recurrent, even feeling as comfortable with it as to joke and mess around with the recruits, doing silly demonstrations of what you could do now with the right side of your face.

You being able to keep living a normal life was thanks to everyone in the 141, and especially, thanks to Soap, who never looked at you with fear or disgust, only love, and adoration.