#oc:cod!nikita

[dickytwister]

24 and 47 for cod niki mayhaps?? 👀👀

TENDER + CRAVE [x] oc: nikita alexeyev fandom: call of duty word count: 475

they don’t get to do this often. god knows they want to, god knows they want nothing more than to slip away when no one’s looking and just be together for a while, somewhere far away from the war and the violence and all that grief. 

but they can’t. they’ve both got responsibilities, soap as a member of task force 141 and nikita as one of chimera’s top operators, and they only work together when price and nikolai deem it necessary. they don’t get to be together the way regular couples are, no matter how badly they both crave the domesticity of waking up side by side, of cooking breakfast with their hips bumping in a kitchen too small for the both of them, of kissing each other goodbye before heading to work. 

they make it work, though. days like today, when they team up to catch a high-value target, when the job’s done and they get a few hours to themselves before returning to their respective headquarters, they rent a hotel room in whatever town they’re staying in and they pretend that this is the life they want. 

“stop thinking.” soap’s voice is quiet behind him, muffled by the way he presses his lips in a tender kiss between nikita’s shoulder blades. 

“i am not” nikita huffs, and the tension in his shoulders melts away when soap wraps his arms tighter around his waist and pulls him closer to his chest.

“stay with me.”

and how could nikita say no to a demand like this, when soap says it like a prayer, like he’s begging for god himself to let them be like this for a little while longer? with a sigh, nikita twists his body around so he can intertwine their legs together and pushes his forehead against soap’s with a small thud.

“i am always with you, милый мой,” he whispers. he feels soap’s eyelashes flutter against his cheeks. he can’t help but reach up to cup soap’s jaw in one big hand—doesn’t have to resist the urge, knows soap yearns for his touch just as well as nikita does for soap’s. “even when you do not see me.” he places his other hand in the middle of soap’s chest, where he feels his heartbeat against his palm. “i am there.”

with a shudder, soap combs his fingers through nikita’s hair and pulls him into a kiss that tastes of the bottle of whisky they’ve been sharing. there’s no urgency to it, not anymore, but in its stead is a desperation they can both feel to their core. a desire for this moment to never end, and a knowledge that it will. 

“you’re so fucking cheesy,” soap scoffs, breath fanning over nikita’s lips. “i’m with you, too, love.”

nikita smiles, because he knows. he can’t imagine a moment where that’s no longer true.