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gentle giant | Konig x medic!reader |

chapter 5

warnings: abduction, non-consenual drugging, language.

summary: little bird is trapped in the cat's jaws with only one way out - into the belly of the beast.

w/c: 2.1

a/n: hello again! I'm really looking forward to this chapter and the next! I wanted to be a little extra care in this chapter. I'll be putting together a master list to pin to my page if that'll be easier. Oh! Do me a solid and reblog if you like this series! Final part coming soon! Thank you!

chapters: | ch. 1 | ch. 2 | ch. 3 | ch. 4 | ch. 5 |

The air had changed. With the news of your clear abduction quickly spreading across the base, the reality of both the 141 and KorTac’s failure weighed heavy on each of their shoulders. Soap’s playful demeanor was reduced to silence. Gaz didn’t know what else to do with himself besides try to keep himself busy cleaning his weapons multiple times consecutively. Price holed himself in his office, chain smoking countless of his precious cigars. No one knew where Simon was, but some say they could hear firing out in the yard at odd hours of the night. As for Kӧnig, he hadn’t slept in days. He hadn’t stepped foot out of your office. In the beginning, he couldn’t help his rage, taking it out on his surroundings -- the bookshelves, the files, anything. Quickly, the guilt settled in and he just as quickly began to try to put your office back to how he remembered it was. 

  Konig sat in his same chair, staring at the emptiness in yours’. He sat hunched over, his elbows on his knees, fingers laced together and clenched. He stared into that empty space, the rage still bubbling in his chest. Slowly, the rage began to bleed into anxiety and fear. You’ve been missing for two days. You could be anywhere, a different country, a completely other continent. Anywhere. Konig’s hands became fists in his lap. Millions of questions swirled in his head. Were you hurt? Were you even alive? Who took you, and what did they want with you? And as if the universe heard him, the bearer of answers stopped in the doorframe, not quite daring to enter, just as Konig had done many times. 

Konig’s cyan eyes caught on his stature, the 141’s loyal captain. From sight alone, Konig could see John was having as difficult a time as him, maybe even more so. In his hands held a bottle of whiskey along with two glasses in the other. 

“Mind some company?” John said gruffly. 

Konig sat up a little straighter and shook his head. John sighed, placing the glasses on the desk. He sat on the creaking wood, as if confirming they both knew that the other chair belonged only to you. Handing Konig a glass before taking his own, John took a slow sip. Konig carefully moved the glass under his hood, his lips coming to press against the lukewarm glass. 

“I’m afraid I haven’t been completely honest with you,” John finally broke the silence, “but neither have you, Colonel.” 

Konig nearly choked from hearing his formal title. John chuckled, setting his glass down. 

“I-I don’t like to mention my title, it makes people act on false intentions,” Konig explained. 

John waved dismissively, “now need to explain it to me, soldier. We all learn to play our cards close to our chests. Just in this case, I lost more than I looked to gain in the first place.” 

Konig looked at the older man in confusion, “what do you mean, Captain?” 

John’s eyes glazed over, “I never told you why we were here, did I?” 

“No, but I figured you were all on the run,” Konig said. “And that it had something to do with Maus.” 

John’s eyes lit up hearing Konig’s name for you as he took another sip. 

“Wren, she saw something she was never supposed to see,” John frowned. “Something that goes all the way up to the top. Something that lacks all honor that those sods tried their damn best to bury it. But Wren found it, and it dug it all back for them. And so they planned to do what they always do-” 

“They’re going to kill her,” Konig said, dread sinking into every ounce of his being. 

John frowned before finally nodding., “but your comrades seem to think they’ve fulfilled their end of the bargain. They left, off to the next highest payer. You’re the only one who stayed. Which is why I came to you.” 

The two men could ignite wildfires with the heat of their gazes toward each other. 

“Are you with us on this? Will you help us get our bird back?” John said with all seriousness. 

Konig’s eyes narrowed, “you have me, Captain.” 

John nodded, standing on his two feet, “good, we move out at dawn. Get ready.” 

“I’m always ready, Captain.” 

“I will see you soon, kleine maus.” 

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  The ringing in your ears refused to cease. Your eyelids feel heavy, most likely swollen. Your entire body ached, your wrists and ankles bound tightly together, the zipties digging into your open skin. You laid on your side, your head limply laying on what felt like leather. You tried your best to tune your ears to what was around you. You wiggled trying to find something that could tell you where you were. Your throat felt so dry that even if you tried to speak you worried it would crack and bleed. You groaned, forcing your eyes to open to blinding sunlight. You were in a car, that much made sense. You laid on the back seat, the leather seats sticking to your clammy skin. 

You squint your eyes to see the dusty blonde head of hair over the driver’s seat. You blinked in confusion, trying to piece together how you got here in the back seat of this mystery car driven by a complete stranger. Your memory came back to you like an unwelcome friend. You remember the struggle, the bruise you were sure going to get from being thrown back onto the desk. The sickly sweet smell of whatever chemical your abductor used to put you under. The back of Konig’s head as he left to see what Price wanted. 

Rage burst into you heart as you tried your best to pull against your restraints, only to find yourself weak. 

“It’s useless,” the man you thought you knew as Richards said  in an annoying sing-song voice. “The drug won’t wear off for another few hours. Don’t waste what little energy you have, sweetheart.” 

You glared up at the rear view mirror, finding the man’s eyes peering back at you with amusement. 

“Who are you? Where are you taking me?” You growl. 

“We’re going back to my place,” he smiled as if saying this to his date, “then you’re going to tell me everything you know, and then, I’ll kill you.” 

You felt your blood run cold at his words. Your eyes narrowed. 

“Shepherd sent you.” 

“Ah! There’s that sharp cunningness Shepherd told me all about!” 

You glared at the man with a stare of thousand daggers. This gaze did little to faze your abductor as his smile never left his smug face. 

“Why not just kill me? Save yourself the trouble,” you said. 

“Ah, where would the fun be in that!” The man said, sounding like he was going on a day out at a theme park and not like a man who was your executioner. 

“No, I intend on taking my time with you,” he said, his gaze connecting with your own, letting you see the true darkness in his eyes. 

You fell silent, instead trying to look outside to try to get a clue on where you were, or how far you could be from base. From Konig. You could feel your stomach drop as the tall Austrian popped into your mind. Did he know you were gone? Was he even looking for you? In the end, he was part of KorTac, a company not renowned for loyalty to one agency. But…Konig was different. He was caring, empathetic and kind. If the two of you had enough time, you could find out why such a quiet soul could be in such a messy business. But then again, so were you. 

“You won’t get far,” you said with a huff. “You have no idea who’s coming for you.” 

“Correction: I know exactly who's coming for me, little bird,” Richards said. “And I’m counting on it.”

You brow furrowed at his words, making him snicker, “you really think Shephard would just let their insubordination go? Come on, you can’t be that naive!”

“Shut up-”

“You know, I should really thank you, not only do I get to take out the 141, but now KorTac’s finest? Ugh, it’s like Christmas morning,” Richards sighed. 

You lurch forward in a rage, “you leave Konig out of this!” 

“Oh, like you did?” Richards cocked a brow. “If my memory serves me right, it was because of you that KorTac even got dragged into this mess. And it will be because of you that your beloved Konig will die.”

You felt your chest begin to tighten in panic as the thought of everyone you ever loved, ever cared about being reduced to nothing but cold flesh all in your name. You begin to struggle against your restraints, pulling at them wildly. 

“Ah, doctor?” Richards said. 

You look up at the man and in a split second you catch the small almost travel size bottle in his large hand before Richard squeezed the little trigger. You recoiled back but to no avail, the mysterious potion infiltrated and coating your throat. You cough violently, your vision beginning to swim. 

“Trust me, it would be best if you sit this part out. Easier for both of us,” Richard smirked. “Sweet dreams, little bird.”

You fell onto you back with a groan, eyes rolling back up to the roof of the car. You fought to keep your eyes open but only to be swallowed back into the darkness. 

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73. 

73 hours since you’ve been abducted. As each hour passed, your trail got colder and Konig became more restless. This was clear with his foul attitude that no one could dare miss. What was left of the men on the base sat around a makeshift table with schematics scattered across it. Konig stood hunched over, his palms supporting his weight on the table. Price stood at the head of the table, Ghost to his right, Gaz to his left. Soap had tried his best to try to keep Konig cool so he stayed a safe but supportive distance close to Konig. 

“What you know is that Shephard all but lost most of his clean contacts to DC, so there’s a good chance he won’t be able to smuggle her into the States,” Gaz said with arms crossed. 

“That doesn’t completely squash the possibility,” said Ghost. 

“But would he even go through the trouble? I mean if he’s already got what he wants. Why drag it out?” Gaz said. 

“You’re right, if he was smart, she’s long dead,” Ghost said matter of factly. 

The wood of the table creaked under Konig’s fist at the mention of the idea. Soap leaned over. 

“That’s not going to happen, because we’re gonna get to the fucker first,” Soap said. 

Price agreed, “Soap is right. If there’s one thing I know about that snake is that he likes to play with his food. He won’t just kill her quickly.” 

“That doesn’t make it better,” Konig said, finally standing to his full height, effectively dwarfing the rest of the men. “There must be some sort of lead of where she could have been taken.” 

“He’ll want to take care of this quietly and under the radar,” Gaz said.

“Slimy bastard won’t even come to do it himself most likely,” Ghost scoffed. “Won’t want to get his hands dirty, ‘why he sent that fucker.” 

“And we know he’s petty-” 

“That much is clear,” Soap rolled his eyes. “The bellhead chased across half of fucking Europe.” 

“So he’ll take her to a place that holds some kind of memory, maybe?” Gaz shrugged. 

Price’s eyes shot wide with realization, “Las Almas.” 

These words caught 141's attention. 

“Would he really be that obvious?” Soap said. 

“Or stupid,” Ghost chimed in. 

“But that’s exactly wants,” Price said, “he’ll want to take this back to ground zero: Las Almas.” 

“What’s in Las Almas?” Konig asked. 

“It’s where we first found out how dirty Shepherd liked to play,” Soap grunted. “Evidently he slipped out of our hands, until Wren found data suggesting his whereabouts and what’s been keeping the sorry fucker busy. Guess he didn’t want anyone poking around in his business again.” 

“And you think he’s taken Maus there?” Konig said. 

“It’s our only lead,” Price sighed, hands gripping his vest. 

Konig sighed, his shoulders slumping slightly before nodding his head, “then we shall go.” 

“And luckily for us, we have friends on the other side,” Ghost smirked underneath his mask. 

“Los Fuerzas Especiales,” Soap smirked looking up at Konig, “Mexican Special Forces. They owe us a bit of a favor.” 

Konig looked back to Price who almost looked at him as if to give him the word. Konig stoney gaze didn’t waver.

“No more waiting. We leave tonight.”

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The Accused | Simon "Ghost" Riley/Reader

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The hours that followed Ghost leaving you to your own were brutal. It took a few long moments to collect yourself, all tears and trembling hands, but eventually, your legs found the strength to haul your body up to your feet. Your mind replays the last couple minutes on loop tauntingly.

If Ghost hadn't caught you in time, you'd be nothing but a broken egg on the pavement below. Your brain tried to think about what it would have felt like if you had plummeted without haste, but your body reminded you angrily how it felt to hit the wall on your way down. Surely, deep bruises of purple and blue would climb like vines up the side of your frame. Your body would make sure to ache, to remind you of the damage you'd inflicted onto it.

Damaged, but alive.

It feels odd being alive, now. You really had made your choice, fully accepted the gravity of your life cut short. Perhaps it was cowardly. But, ultimately, you knew that it would have been the better outcome between death and eternal imprisonment.

Still, guilt eats away at you. The image of Ghost's eyes through his mask haunts you- that primal fear in those beautiful eyes engraved in the back of your brain. If he hadn't been as fast- if he'd hesitated for even a second, you'd have slipped right through his fingers. You'd have dropped all the way down to the unforgiving concrete and ceased to be right in front of him. It hurts you- the thought of him grieving you like that. Surely he would have hated you for it.

When night came (rather quickly), you took your chance to escape. Wherever point 'A' was, it wasn't so nearby you couldn't scurry down those five flights of stairs and dart into the darkness. You ran from bush to bush, building to building, and even through a knee-deep marsh. You were grateful that this October was warm, but you would be lying to say you appreciated the bugs. Mosquitos ate away at your skin despite your efforts to battle them away.

You'd only been a few miles away from base, so it wasn't long before you were skirting along the trees, staring at the mile-high electric fences surrounding the fort you'd become so familiar with. The base you and Ghost had been staying at was a nice one- with all the fixings and even single-person 'homes'. They were small, one-bedroom trailer-looking flats with all the basic necessities, but compared to the places you'd slept before they may have well as been your own little personal heaven. Warm water and an AC unit-they'd spoiled you and your fellow soldiers. You remember on your first night, cuddled up under the blankets on your very own bed, praying they'd keep you stationed here for the rest of your military days.

But, now, here you were, creeping along the greenery, feeling more foe than friend. From outside, you could see military vehicles parking for the night and soldiers standing guard. Sneaking up on your own base, your own friends, you really did feel like a spy. You linger outside, wondering what to do.

Then it hits you.

And you know exactly where to go.

You disappear back into the trees. It's barely another mile out, but with just the moon overheard to guide you, you struggle to find your way. You pass by trees and boulders of every size, before you enter a small clearing, and tucked all the way to the side is exactly what you were looking for. A dingy half-finished shed engulfed by the canopy of trees and shadows.

And god, there he is, standing there and waiting for you.

In this light, Ghost really does look like he could be a monster. His mask nearly glows. Half covered by murky shadows, dotted by the glowing streaks of the moon passing through the leaves overhead, he stands and waits for you. Like he knew you were coming.

And he was right. Because here you were.

You snap a twig on accident and his body visibly tenses as he searches for the source, but when his eyes find your figure in the darkness it only takes a second for him to realize it's you.

"Been a while since I've been here," you start. He moves to the side as you pass him. The door opens with a dull creak.

"I'm glad we both had the same idea." Ghost grunts.

"You're telling me. I had to ditch my phone and everything, so if you weren't here I'd have no way of contacting you. And y'know what, that's two phones in two months. Talk about bad luck." You sigh.

"Never did find you're old one, hm? Not good, soldier."

"Oh, I'm sure it's lost in the ocean or blown to bits by now."

Ghost scoffs. "Hope so. Get inside."

When you'd first been stationed at his base, boredom often ate away at you until it felt like you'd go crazy. Ghost had been off on his own mission, the few friends you did have at that time never left the base of their own volition. But you, on the other hand, craved exploration. So you found yourself wandering the perimeter around the base, thinking about nothing and everything. That's when you discovered the beat-up old shed. At that time it was nothing more than a caved-in roof, rain-soaked flooring, and a broken window. Over the course of a couple weeks, you began to work to fix it up, glad to have something to focus on during your between-missions time.

When Ghost had returned to base during Christmas, and he realized that you too had no home to return to for the holidays, he began to join you.

Over that Christmas, you both turned it into somewhere you could both go to talk and occasionally share a few drinks. That was when you'd truly bonded with him. That was when he'd finally started letting you in willingly.

Dirt flecks off the frame of the door as you step inside, and it's just as dusty as you remember. Two chairs sit in the center with patchy blankets serving as cushions. An uneven table sits between them, one leg broken half off but supported by water-logged books stacked atop each other.

The moon filters in through the cracked window and paints the brown walls a beautiful blue.

Ghost sits with a grunt, kicking his feet out and sighing. It invites you, calls you in to shut the door behind you and settle beside him. So, you do. The chair creaks underneath your weight and you breathe out the frustrations of the day, gone into the air. For the first time that day, your guard lowers.

You just... breathe.

"What a nightmare this is." You sigh.

Ghost shrugs. "No one knows what 't think. They know something's not right."

A pang of relief visibly flushes through you, cut short when he shakes his head.

"Don't get too excited." He says quietly.

"...And why's that?"

"Graves called in his shadows." Ghost taps his finger against the table, lingering, picking and choosing his next words while you feel anxiety start to bubble within you. When he speaks again, it's forlorn. "He isn't exactly pushing for 'em to bring you in alive."

The weight of your heart dropping could have burst straight through the chair you sat on. It settles into your gut like an awful stone. A dull, pained chuckle escapes you.

"I knew he didn't like me, but damn."

Ghost shakes his head. "He's panicking. Thinks you can tell us where the missiles are."

"Missiles?" You ask, eyebrows raised in concern.

It must have struck him then, that Ghost hadn't yet updated you on the situation arising off-air. And judging by the way he tenses and leans forward in his chair, it must be pretty grim.

"Hassan... He's got our missiles. Three of 'em." As Ghost speaks with newfound hesitation and urgency, you can feel your nerves lighting up with each syllable. "We can't find the damn things. They get out... 'Lot of people will die."

"Jesus Christ." You wipe your palms down your face, eyebrows knit together. "How the hell did he get our missiles?"

"That's what we're trying to figure out. 'Pparently there's some messages and photos of you chatting with one of Hassan's men. That you might know a thing or two on where to find 'em."

"I haven't talked to anyone that wasn't our own." You groan. "God, what the fuck. And pictures?"

"From what I heard. They haven't shown 'em to us. Refuse to, actually." Ghost leans back in his chair, eyeing you like he's holding something back. "Like I said, no one knows what to think."

You stare down at your lap. Though you already know the answer, you find yourself asking anyways, with an uneven voice.

"...You trust me, right...?"

"God's sake." He scoffs, and you regret asking at all.

"I just have to be sure. Pictures can be convincing-"

"Pictures none of us have even laid eyes on. You think I'd be here right now if I didn't believe you?"

Guilt eats away at you, eyes downcast. "I know. I'm sorry. I just... I can't wrap my head around why of all people it had to be me."

"We'll find out. Shepherd won't give us hardly any information, and anything he does give us is... vague." Ghost is choosy with his words. "...Shepherd found and turned the evidence in himself, supposedly."

You feel an actual strike of nausea pulse through you.

"There's no way Shepherd would frame me." Though you try to say it with an even tone, your voice exposes your lack of confidence in your General. You suck in a breath when there's no reply. "Ghost..?"

Ghost doesn't answer, but his eyes do flick to yours. A silent, cautious confirmation.

You swallow. Hard.

"But... But what good could come of this? I mean up until now I've been an exemplary soldier. Like, not to brag here, but I graduated at the fucking top of my squad and I damn well aced every test they threw at me."

"I know all this." Ghost chimes. "Everyone knows all of this. I don't know what the big plan is. I don't even know if there is a big plan. I just know something isn't right."

There's a pause, and his eyes soften.

"I know you wouldn't do this."

Tears well at the waterlines of your eyes and you struggle to hold them back. With the military against you, Shadow's snapping at your heels at every chance they could get, and now faced with the chance that your own fucking general would frame you, you're completely unsure of what to do next. Ghost leans over the table and sets a firm hand on your shoulder.

You bite your tears back, refusing to let him witness you cry again. Twice in one day was just too much on your already shattered ego.

"What do I do?" Your voice betrays you, uneven and breaking.

Ghost stands up and sighs. "You aren't doing anything. You're staying here."

"For real?" You frown up at him, pawing at your eyes angrily. The sight of him preparing to leave makes your stomach churn- the thought of being alone in this shed all night slinking into your mind. "I can't just sit here and do nothing-"

"That's exactly what you're gonna do. Get some rest, tonight." Ghost doesn't even give you the chance to argue, already pulling the door open. You gape at him from your chair with wet eyes. You see the way he lingers, see the way he considers stepping back inside, but his resolve remains firm. For just a brief moment, he turns to look at you from outside.

You sit on the chair, bringing your knees up to your chest. Sounds from all directions reach your waiting ears as you take a final glance at him.

"I'll be back in the morning." He offers. The door shuts, and darkness encases you.

Shrouded in pitch black, listening to the sound of his footsteps growing further and further away, you fear tears sting your eyes once more. All alone, you let them slip down your cheeks.

You'd never felt so alone.

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gentle giant | könig x medic!reader |

chapter 4

warnings: angst! light violence, abduction, adult themes, MDNI

summary: Konig and you enjoy each other's company, with as much time you have left.

w/c: 1.5k

a/n: heyoooo! here's another addition to this series! I'm thinking about two more parts for this series so stay tuned! Thank you!

chapters: | ch. 1 | ch. 2 | ch. 3 | ch. 4 |

The next few weeks happened quickly, too quickly for your liking. Every day it was the same: early morning run -- unsupervised, it was the only time of the day that you had to yourself. After that, breakfast which usually consisted of whatever rations the cooks had heated up. König would meet up with you at the cafeteria, never eating but simply wanting to be around you. From there you would hit the showers and then recede back into your office. Most of the time the other nurses would lend a hand with the occasional bruise and scrape that walked through the door, leaving you alone to do your paperwork, which never seemed to cease thanks to Price. 

“We’re on the run, how is there this much paperwork?” You ask. 

Price would shrug, “it’s for that reason that there is this much paperwork. At least it gives you something to do, aye?” 

And give you something to do it did. While you were drowning in paperwork in the mid afternoon, König would come and visit you after completing training. He would take his usual seat across from you and keep himself busy with what he could find around the office. For being assigned to babysitting duty, he didn’t look half as miserable as he should’ve been. In fact, he looked relaxed. Even so, you couldn’t help but feel guilty. 

“Bӓr, how can you be so calm about this?” You drop her pen to the desk. 

König stopped flipping through one of the books from the nearly vacant bookshelves, his easy gaze landing on you. 

“Hm? What’s there to be upset about?” König questioned. 

“It’s just, there’s not many people lining up to play babysitter,” You said. “Ghost would be kicking and screaming.” 

König chuckled, “they don’t know what they’re missing.”

You felt your cheeks begin to warm as you shook your head. 

“Still, there must be something you’d rather be doing.” 

König eyes squinted and you swore you saw something twinkle within those ocean eyes. The colonel chuckled as he stood to his feet, setting the book down on the desk. You lean back into your chair as König comes around the desk before standing in front of you. You gulp as he maneuvers his knee in between your legs, his hands supporting his weight on the chair’s armrest, caging you in. You’re sure your face is bright red as you look up into his eyes. 

“Well, there are a few things I can think of, Maus,” König's voice rumbles through his chest. 

You laugh, playfully hitting him in the chest, “I suppose I could squeeze in some time in my busy schedule.” 

“Du bist perfekt,” König whispers as he leans in even closer. 

You reached for his hood before hearing a knock at the door. Your head whips around to see a man standing at the door. He waved with a friendly smile. 

“Afternoon Colonel, Doctor,” the man said, “Price sent me to retrieve the colonel for a briefing. Sent me to keep watch.” 

König stood to his full menacing height as he eyed the nameless man up and down. 

“You know our names, but we don’t know yours,” König said. 

His once gentle tone was gone and replaced by a steely, authoritarian tone. The man didn’t seem deterred by König's protectiveness, his charming smile never slipped. 

“Right! Sorry, I’m Pt. Richards, I’m usually stationed in the kitchens but we’re slow right now. Price saw me heading to the yard and asked if I could come get you,” Richards said. 

You cock your head to the side, “did Cap say what it was for?” 

Richards shrugged his shoulders, “nope, but by his expression alone, it looked pretty urgent. Of course he wanted to make sure to have someone to accompany you, doctor. Think he said he’d be in his office.” 

You hummed, looking back up to König who never took his eyes away from the brunette with the sly smile. You smile reassuringly, patting König on his chest, finally gaining his gaze. 

“It’ll just be a second, it’s almost lunch time anyway. I’ll meet you at the cafeteria, same time?” You smile. 

From the look in his eyes you could tell he wasn’t convinced but couldn’t deny Price’s summons. Finally, he nodded before making his way toward the door before stopping and looking over his shoulder to you. 

“Wenn er irgendetwas versucht-”

“Ich werde ihn kastrieren, ohne Narkose,” your smile sweet. 

König couldn’t help but snicker at that before looking down at Richards who obviously was a little shorter than him. 

“Do you speak German, soldier?” he asked. 

Richards shook his head. König clamped his hand on the man’s shoulder with enough force to make the poor man jolt. 

“Good, keep an eye on her,” König said before disappearing out into the hall. 

Richards stood awkwardly in the doorway as you stood to place the file you’d been working on back into the cabinet. 

“Well, I suppose while you’re here you can make yourself useful,” you say, your back to him. “Where are you from, private?” 

“The States,” said Richards, “straight from the Pentagon.” 

Your blood went cold as your eyes widened in shock. Your eyes dart to the pair of scissors sitting on your desk before making a made dash for them. You cry out, feeling Richards slam into you, falling back on to the desk. You immediately try to get back up, only for Richards to wrap his calloused hand around your throat like it was nothing, pinning you. You growl and yelp as you flail around, kicking as much as you could. But there was no use, Richards slithered between your legs, grinning like a sadist. 

“Found you, little bird,” he chuckled darkly, his grip on your throat tightening making you gasp and cough. “You know, I thought that it was going to be harder to get to you, but I guess not even KorTac’s finest could keep you from us.” 

Tears threatened to fall from your wide eyes, your face turning a deep maroon and threatening blue. Your vision began to splotch as you watched Richard, if that was even his real name, pull a mysterious cloth from his pocket. You could do nothing but try to wiggle from his grip but to no avail. He smothered the cloth over your mouth and nose, your senses taken over by a sweet scent. Your vision began to fail, Richards splitting into two as the room slowly fell away from you. 

“N-no,” you whimpered, the tears finally falling. “König, B-Bӓr…”

“How cute,” you could hear Richards before you slipped under, “there’s no one coming to save you little bird. No one.”

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König nearly ran through the halls of the base on his way to Price’s office. Of course Price’s office just had to be on the complete opposite of the base. 

“This better be important,” he grumbled as he finally turned the corner to the hallway that led to Price’s office. 

He had the manners to knock, but not wait for the Captain’s say so to enter. There sat Price behind his desk, buried in paperwork similar to you, chiefing a large cigar. Price looked up from his reading and his expression made König uneasy. 

“Colonel, what brings you to my office?” Price said, rightfully confused. 

König froze in his step, brow furrowed. 

“I was told I was summoned, captain,” König said. 

Price shook his head, “by who? I didn’t send for ya.” 

König could feel his chest tighten, suddenly finding it hard to breathe. 

“A private, Richards, he came to us a-and-” 

Price could see the panic in the Austrian’s eyes and stood to his feet. 

“Son, where’s Wren?” 

König's eyes flew open when he finally connected all the dots. Without another word,. König flew out the door, sprinting down the hallway. 

“Shit!” Price cursed, following Konig out.

König charged across the base, pushing the occasional person out the way as he went. It didn’t take him long, max 2 minutes to get back to your office. The door was open as it always was as he stormed in only to come to an abrupt halt. The room was torn to pieces, chairs knocked over and papers scattered everywhere like snowflakes. Richards was gone, and so were you. 

Rage bubbled in König's chest, his shoulders heaving with every breath he took. His hands were balled into fist as he stalked over to your desk. He slammed his fist into the wood, letting out a grunt as he let his head hang low. Price rushed through the door, having brought Soap and Ghost with him, witnessing König's defeated stance. 

“She’s gone…bastard took her,” Price said through gritted teeth. 

König let out an animalistic shout as he completely flipped your desk over like it was nothing but a cardboard box. 

“Easy, soldier,” Ghost warned. 

König glared at the British man over his shoulder before shaking his head. 

“What do we do? We’re gonna get her back, right?” Soap said. 

Price nodded, approaching Konig before patting the giant on his shoulder, “we’ll get her back.” 

König could see red. 

“No matter the cost.”

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AND YOU WEREN'T THERE | Alejandro x reader | CH. 3 |

warnings: mentions of violence, mentions of firearms, slight gore, cursing, etc.

summary: Alejandro and his lover's lost engagement is brought to light, along with his betrayal.

word count: 1.9k

a/n: eheee... hello again. Ok ok, alright I'll be honest and say that I've little to no inspiration or motivation to write, so I apologize for the long wait. I hope you enjoy, thank you!

chapters: | ch.1 | ch.2 | ch.3 |

You remained silent the entire flight back to what you knew as The Mexican Special Forces’ base. A place you once called home by proxy.  Your eyes caught Valeria’s from the corner as the copter made its descent to land. Alejandro never took his eyes away from you, his gaze burning into you. You only gave him a glance before looking back out the window as the copter finally touched down. Soap took Valeria by her arm, helping her out of the cabin. Alejandro partially stood before stalking over to you. He went to grab your arm but you quickly shrugged him off, standing to your feet on your own. You glared into his dark eyes, him being a few inches taller than you. 

Without a word you pushed past him, stepping out of the copter on your own. Alejandro stayed close behind you, his gaze never leaving you. You hated it. You hated the way he looked at you, it hadn’t changed, after all these years. The same longing, the same warm feeling. It made you want to vomit. Rudy quickly joined the party, his surprised expression not lost on you. The party finally reached a shipping container refitted with a door. Alejandro’s rough clasped around the back of your neck, bringing you to a halt. No words were exchanged as Alejandro cut the zip tie keeping you bound. 

Graves opened the door, pushing Valeria through, you followed. 

“Take a seat,” Graves gestured. 

There were two chairs, Valeria took the one facing the door and you the one facing away. You crossed one leg over the other before crossing your arms. Graves walked around the two of you like a vulture. 

“Right, how do you all know each other?” began his line of questioning. 

“Know is a strong word,” Alejandro’s voice had become gravelly, but you could still hear the sweet notes similar to those all those years ago. 

“Las palabras fuertes son importantes. Nuestra palabra es nuestro valor, ¿no?” Valeria teased. 

“De las que no tienes, cabrón,” you say over your shoulder. 

“Enough! Valeria, hijo de puta, ¡te mataré!” Alejandro stalked toward Valeria, only to be pulled back like a mangy dog by Rudy and Soap.

“Ya! Ya!” Alejandro shrugged them off, remaining a few feet away from you. “Go on.” 

“We don’t take orders anymore,” Valeria smirked, “even the dogs in Las Almas know not to bark at me.” 

“Look at this-” Alejandro chuckled bitterly, “they’re ex-military, we served together. And Y/N-”

“That person is dead,” you growled, “along with that name.” 

Graves chuckled, leaning over you to stare directly into your eyes. 

“And who might you be, sweet thing?” He smirked, amused by the rage burning behind your dark eyes. 

Valeria smirked as you looked at her from the corner of your eye. 

“Show them.” 

 It happened in a blink of an eye. You kicked Graves’ in his knee then shoved his shoulder so he’d be facing away from you, forcing him to his knees. You caught his neck between your thighs before constricting to the point you could see the American’s face go red. He clawed at your thighs as he looked up in surprise with a tinge of anger. His struggle brought a smirk to your lips as you looked over your shoulder to the other men in the room all frozen with their hands on their holstered guns. 

“Move and I’ll snap blanquito’s neck,” you said, your voice calm. 

Your hand moved up to your mask, pulling it down slowly. As the mask was removed, more scars were revealed. Until finally the biggest of them all was revealed. Two scars ran from the corner of your lips and across your cheeks. These scars ran deep, deep into your soul. From the outside, one could see that said scars healed harshly, leaving your once remarkable looks mutilated. Your mask fell around your neck, your gaze falling down to Graves’ whose shocked expression began to deteriorate into horror. 

You chuckled darkly, cocking your head to the side. 

“Aw what’s wrong, baby, you don’t think I look pretty like this?”

⇼

Alejandro stood over his many weapons and supplies laid out perfectly across the table. He counted them twice, thrice even, but it still didn’t calm his nerves. He leaned on to his palms, his eyes seemingly looking over his supplies. He could barely hear the footsteps. They were faint, but they were there. They stopped a few feet away from him. He could feel someone’s gaze burning into his back. 

“If there’s something you’d like to say, then say it,” he finally broke the silence. 

“I just don’t know why you’re worrying your pretty little head over this,” your voice chimed sweetly, “mi cariño.” 

Alejandro smirked before turning to face you, leaning against the table before crossing his arms. 

“Someone’s become arrogant,” Alejandro joked. 

You smiled that sweet smile, the one that could melt him from the inside out. The same one he could never say no to. Your stance exhibited respect for your superior but your expression clearly gave you away. The way the dim fluorescents sparkled in your eyes told him everything he needed to know.  And it couldn’t have made him happier. And even more worried. 

“It’s nearly a suicide mission,” Alejandro frowned. 

You playfully rolled your eyes, finally approaching to stand beside him, “you’re overreacting.” 

“You’re right: this is a suicide mission,” Alejandro said. 

“Ale,” you touch his arm gently. “There’s nothing to worry about. It’s a simple ‘get-in, get-out’, that’s it.” 

“It’s just too easy, mi vida. What if we missed something-”

“Oh, so you’re doubting my intel now?” Your brow quirks. 

“No, never,” Alejandro shook his head with a sigh. “I can’t…” 

You cocked your head to the side, looking up into his serious gaze. 

“Can’t what?” 

Alejandro’s gaze softened, finding it easier to avoid your gaze. 

“I can’t risk something happening to you,” Alejandro said, “what if you get caught? What they’ll do to you, you’ve seen it.” 

Flashes of the many mutilated bodies, the blankets scrawled with the cartel’s warnings flickered across your memory, bringing you to frown. You shook your head of the memories. 

“That won’t happen,” you smiled softly. “I’ll be back before you know it.” 

“Promesas?” said Alejandro. 

You gave him your best grin before nodding, “I promise, mi amor.”

Alejandro's serious expression finally parted with a charming smile. He came to stand in front of you. His calloused hands found purchase on your hips as you stood in between his legs. Alejandro let out a comfortable sigh, his shoulders visibly slouching.

“And once all is said and done, I’ll have the honor of calling you my wife,” Alejandro said. 

You chuckle, standing on your tiptoes to press a chaste kiss to his rough lips. Alejandro hummed, looking into your eyes with so much love pouring from him. 

“I can’t wait, marido.”

⇼

You hummed in satisfaction seeing Graves struggle in your hold, but even more so seeing the rage painted across Alejandro’s face. 

“Ah, looks like blanquito is going blue,” Valeria laughed. 

“Release him, now!” Ghost shouted. 

You gave the American one last look before shrugging and finally let Grave’s free. The poor man gasped and coughed for air as he scrambled away from you. Soap helped him to his feet but you couldn’t help but smirk as Graves’ irate expression. 

“Enough games!” Ghost shouted. 

“You were one of us, how could you?” Rudy said with a frown. 

“No, you were the wild ones,” Valeria smirked, “Los Vaqueros! My crew were clean cut senor y senoras.” 

“Yeah, until the raid, ¿te acuerdas?” Alejandro said with his disdained smirk. 

“Recuerdo perfectamente. Más que tú, bastardo,” You growled, “you left me to die, and let my attempted killer run free -- but it seems you’ve forgotten that part.” 

The expressions on most of the men, minus the one known as Ghost and Alejandro’s, dissolved into confusion. 

“What! The corporal never told you?” Your laugh rumbled in your chest. “He never told you what really happened that night, eh Rudy?” 

“Enough,” Alejandro’s gaze became harsh to match his venomous tone. 

You chuckled, leaning your head back, to look up at the singular lightbulb hanging above. 

“The night before, the scouting mission,” you hummed, “el jefe, se suponía que no debía estar allí, ¿o sí? You were supposed to lead him away-” 

“Stop it-” 

“But there he was,” you sighed, “I had walked right into the lion’s den. I waited, waited for my fiance to come storming the door down and rescue me. Two weeks, two weeks I waited until you finally showed up. But the damage had been done.” 

“They…did this to you?” Soap said, his eyes wide with shock. 

“Among other things. But look on the brightside! I survived,” you said, your eyes hardening, “And that slippery bastard got away.” 

A heavy silence came over the room as you looked over your shoulder and into Alejandro’s eyes. He couldn’t meet your gaze, choosing to look down at his boots. 

“We had to do it…the right way,” Alejandro said slowly as if trying to convince himself with his own words. 

“So I did what you couldn’t,” you said, lifting your mask to conceal your face once more. “I carved that fuckers heart right out his chest and mailed it to his mama. Of course, she didn’t have to wait to see her son much longer after that.” 

“That’s sick,” Soap shook his head. 

“He was supposed to go to prison,” Rudy chimed in. 

“So you killed him, and took his place,” Graves said, finally regaining his balance as he circled both you and Valeria. 

“We created a power vacuum, and filled it,” Valeria smirked, “Las Almas needs us.” 

“Las Almas needs soldiers, not sicarios,” Alejandro frowned, “and at one time, I thought you knew that, mi amor. You disgrace the army, y tus hermanos, no?”

You wanted to bury the shame bubbling in your chest the second you heard the disappointment in his voice. You clenched your fists, angry that hearing his words would affect you this much. You wanted to shout, to scream but you remained silent. 

“Why you doin’ this?” Graves leaned against the wall with his arms crossed. 

“You tell me, you’re the contractor, no?” Valeria leaned back in her chair. “What you don’t do, your competitors will.”

“You’re a narco harboring a terrorist,” Ghost said from his corner of the room. 

“Terrorism is good for business,” Valeria shrugged. “It’s insurance. “The fuck does that mean-” 

“¿Puedes sacar tu maldita cabeza de tu culo por un segundo? ¡Puta madre, Alejandro!” Valeria shouts, shrugging off Grave’s hand from her shoulder. “As long as there is a war on terror, there will be no real war on drugs. If you want your so-called terrorist and your missiles, you need me, you need us. To prevent bloodshed.” 

An angry fire ignited within Alejandro’s eyes, knowing full well what Valeria was insinuating. 

“Fuck this,” he cursed as he grabbed his weapons, “I’m not doing this.”

“It doesn’t change anything-” 

“It changes everything!” shouted Alejandro, his eyes once again finding purchase in yours. 

And for a moment, he thought he caught a glimpse of you - the old you. But just as quickly as he saw it, it was gone, leaving only the monster he had unknowingly created. 

“Don’t make a deal with them,” Alejandro said, his words heavy. 

“It won’t end well.”

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Ooooh def gonna use this for my OCs 😊

OC reference sheet for military personnel.

Inspired by @mistydeyes reference sheet. They have information about service numbers on their post.

Here is the link to the blank document that you can make a copy of, or the filled document if that's easier for you.

If you need help with formatting and sizing feel free to DM me and I can help you, I'd just need editing perms!

NOTES:

Things like the rank + alias section, or marital status + # of dependents section are not split into two rows, so once you type the first word, ex. lieutenant, you need to hit SPACE until you're lined up with a. ALIAS, so it'd be like "lieutenant___________ghost."

Google Docs appears to occasionally reset ruler alignment and margin when you make a copy of a doc, which can force the document to split into two pages. If you need help to readjust this, let me know.

Feel free to change the US stamp in the background if your character isn't serving in the United States. I could also probably help with that.

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AND YOU WEREN'T THERE | Alejandro x Reader | Ch. 2 |

summary: he's finally come back to you, waltzed willingly into your web. Now or never.

warnings: +18, MDNI, mentions of blood, death, dark themes, gun violence, sorry if i missed anything.

word count: 2.6

a/n: first, thank you for everyone showing love to this new series! I really appreciate all of you. Second, have your translators ready (if you don't know spanish) because there's a lot in here! Disclaimer: I do NOT speak spanish and much of this was translated so I apologize if the language is correct. Third! I added a link to a song but it's not necessary to play if you don't want to but I got a lot of inspiration from it. Anyway! Enjoy!

chapters: | ch. 1 | ch. 2 |

The elevator doors slid open and you pushed the Mexican Army general to walk in front of you. The poor man stumbled daring to look over his shoulder to you as you glared at him. 

“Walk,” you ordered. 

You could see the fear in the man’s eyes as he turned to walk down the hall. There were a few stragglers in the hall but once they had seen you coming walking down, they were quick to get out of your way. Finally the hall ended at a partially opened door. You shoved the man through the door, slamming the door open to the dim room. Inside was Diego, standing over a struggling man tied to one of the three chairs with a bag over his head. With a twisted smirk, Diego twisted the knife in the man’s chest, watching him struggle until he slowly went limp. 

“Diego,” you said. 

The man’s smirk immediately fell from his face after acknowledging your presence. You nod your head to the general. 

“Subdue him.” 

“Yes, jefa.”

You walk further into the room and over to a table with a TV showing surveillance footage of the perimeter. You could see a row of expensive cars driving to the gate, the guests were arriving. You’d forgotten that El Sin Nombre was having another one of her donor parties, inviting the rich and influential from all over the world to your doorstep. You understood networking was instrumental in running a successful narcotics cartel, but you could care less. All this seemed pointless, everything did. 

Your eyes narrowed when the figure of a man appeared from the bush, walking over to the guards standing at the gate. As he came closer, you immediately recognized the man. It was the man from the cliffside, the one with the funny haircut. You could see he had his hands up as he approached. The guards shot at the man’s feet, forcing him to a stop. You patched into their radio. 

“What’s happening?” 

“La Arana! ¡Aquí hay un hombre, extranjero!” One of the guards said. 

From what you could see, the man wasn’t nearly as armed as he was hours before in the wilderness. 

“Bring him to me,” you ordered, terminating the channel. 

You turned to Diego, seeing him finishing up restraining the General. 

“Diego, we have a party crasher, retrieve him.” 

“Claro,”  Diego left the room in a hurry. 

Your attention returned to the screen, watching as the rucksack was forced over the soldier’s head before being led inside. Something wasn’t right. You knew the man wouldn’t be able to find the Villa completely on his own,  leading you to believe that he wasn’t alone and likely had the help of Los Vaqueros and whoever else they had up their sleeve. Meaning…

“Hermana,” Valeria’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts. 

You looked at her over your shoulder, “we have a visitor, likely a friend of Los Vaqueros.” 

Valeria smirked, swaying her hip to the side with her hand on top of it. 

“Supongo que son tan estúpidos, ¿eh? Ha! Men,” Valeria rolled her eyes. 

“I’d thought you’d be a little more concerned seeing as they are obviously coming for you, hermana,” you frowned. 

Valeria huffed, waving her hand, “come on, lil sis, we should celebrate! The idiots are practically offering up their heads on a silver platter!”

“It’s not that simple,” you said, receding back into the shadowy corner of the room. 

“Sit in on this one, let me know if the fucker is lying,” Valeria said. 

You nod, letting the shadows of the room conceal you from everyone else except Valeria. You leaned against the wall, crossing your arms making Valeria smirk as Diego shoved the unknown man through the door. There was no mistaking that it was the man from the cliffside but now you had an up close look at him. He looked to be close to your age and had the fitness of a soldier his age. He wore a simple blue tee and jeans, like a normal civilian but having watched him and the others take out your men, you knew he was anything but. His hands were bound with zip ties and from simply looking, you could tell he was unarmed. Fool. 

“Sit,” Diego shoved the man again toward the empty chair. 

With hardened eyes the man took a seat before Diego tied his wrists to the arms of the chair, sitting away from you and directly across from the General. 

“¿quién es?” Valeria approached Diego. 

“Su nombre es jabón. Él vino a nosotros.”

“¿Jabón? No mames,” Valeria laughed. “And you let him in?” 

“Dice que tiene informacion-”

Valeria kicked Diego in the back of his knee, forcing him to kneel before holding a knife to his neck. 

“¡Mierda! No lo conocemos y él ha visto sus caras” she growled. 

“But-!” Diego found you in the shadows, seeing you stare into his soul, warning him. 

He let out a visible sigh, “Valeria, necesitamos la información. Él podría ayudarnos.”

Valeria looked up at you and then to the man known only as Soap with a wicked smirk, “Será mejor que... o después de que lo mate... estarás en la silla.”

With this threat, Valeria released the poor man, letting him go and sit on the stairs behind her with his tail between his legs. Valeria came closer to stand in the circle of chairs, gun in hand. 

“¡niños!” she said. “This is simple: I ask questions. You answer truthfully. Do not lie to me.”  

This was a game, another one of Valeria’s games. She loved them. You nodded for Valeria to continue, ears honed in. 

“Recently, we were protecting a friend in the mountains. Someone attacked us there…Who?” 

Both you and Valeria knew very well who the culprits were, having had filled her in hours before. It was obvious, this was a game of who could give the best intel, and your bets were with the soldier. 

“Fue... fue un caos, no vi-” the pathetic general responded.

“En Inglés. Pará gringo,” Valeria ordered.

“I-I think it was the rival cartels…” the poor man answered. 

You shook your head, letting Valeria know that the general was wrong. 

“Hmm, your turn, blanquito. Who attacked us?” Valeria turned to Soap. 

Soap didn’t flinch, showing no signs of fear toward Valeria, which was somewhat refreshing. Everyone was afraid of the cartel, people survived off of fear and that’s how the city ran. But for once, this man wasn’t afraid. It intrigued you.

“It wasn't a cartel. It was Mexican Special Forces,” Soap said, his accent strong. Scottish perhaps.

You smirked under your mask. So the man wasn’t stupid after all. You nodded to Valeria, letting her know what he said was true. Valeria cocked her head with a smirk. 

“We found the bodies. Fuerzas Especiales,” she nodded, “Now, how would an outsider know they were Mexican Special Forces and not you?” 

The sweat became clear on the general’s brow as he squirmed nervously in his chair. Pathetic. 

“M-maybe he was there!” The general tried to defend himself. 

“Estuviste ahí, pendejo,” Diego hissed in his ear.  “Maybe he was too…”

“There were outsiders, helping the Mexican Special Forces,” Valeria stared deep into the foreigners blue eyes, “Who were they?” 

Your brow rose, interested to see if the man would rat out his comrades. 

“W-we heard them yelling, some in English. They were gringos, like him!” The general said, voice trembling. 

“American PMGs. A group called the Shadow Company,” Soap answered. 

You were almost surprised but even more intrigued now. You gave Valeria the signal, your eyes never tearing away from the back of Soap’s head.

“Los vaqueros está trabajando con mercenarios,” Valeria said, sounding half impressed. 

“Those snakes,” Diego growled. 

“See?! I was right, it was the gringos!” The general said. 

“Can you even prove that this ‘Shadow Company’ exists, pendejo?” Valeria’s gaze landed on Soap again, “can you?” “The Company is run by a man called Philip Graves, he’s their commander. Revisa mi bolsillo,” the man’s voice never wavered for a moment, even with his scratchy Spanish. 

Valeria spared you look as she approached the man, digging in his pocket and fishing out what looked like a patch with gray stitching. 

“This man, Graves, what does he want?” Valeria asked. 

You stepped off the wall, your steps light as you stepped closer ot the edge of the shadows, never stepping out. 

“He wants the missiles your moving,” Soap said. 

You stopped mid step, your brow furrowing. How the fuck did know that? Diego had the same question, voicing his concern. Valeria’s gaze hardened, flickering to your own. You looked back to Soap. 

“He’s speaks the truth,” you said, your voice cool and venomous. 

You could see Soap visibly stiffen, having finally realized that you were standing behind him the entire time. He tried to catch a glimpse of you from the corner of his eye, but there was no use -- he couldn’t see you from within the shadows. 

“Y-you can’t believe what he says, he’s lying!” The general said, quickly realizing his worth was diminished. 

“You’ve told us nothing! ¡Callate!” Valeria ordered. 

The man continued to plead for his life, but there was no use, his fate was sealed. Diego pulled out his gun, pressing it against General’s temple before pulling the trigger, letting the poor man’s blood and brain matter splatter against the hardwood. Valeria didn’t flinch, just continued to stare down Soap as she leaned over him. 

“Well done,” she smirked, using her knife to cut Soap’s restraints before making her leave, “let’s get to work.” You watch Valeria wave back at you as she leaves the room. Diego yanks Soap to his feet, shoving him forward to follow Valeria. Soap tries to glance back at you, but Diego shoves him again, forcing him out into the hallway. With a sigh, you open the other door, entering another hallway. You knew this soldier known as ‘Soap’ had come here as a suicide mission, but that couldn’t be it. Something was about to happen, and you needed to find out what it was before it did. 

“Fucking gringos,” you curse, finding the stairway up to the viewing deck.

You slipped through the door frame, walking over to the glass bannister and looked over the pool area. By now, the guests had found purchase in certain parts of the patio, some by the pool, many by the bar and a few inside the mansion. All guests wore the same beige mask, hiding their identities from each other. You scanned the crowd, assessing any threats but found none. You couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that you were being watched. Your eyes lifted to sparse woods outside of the villa, squinting to see anything out of the ordinary. For a second, you thought you saw the glint of scope, but as soon as it was there, it was gone. 

With a  sigh, you turn to look at the towering skyline. Once upon time, you would have thought the view was beautiful. This was your home, where you were born, but now…it all felt empty. The old times, it would be a lie if you said you didn’t miss them. Part of you still misses your old life, your old face…

Miss him. 

You frown at the thought, burying it. Voices began to crowd the radio, their tone sounding urgent. Your brow furrowed, listening in. 

“¿Dónde está Miguel? ¡Oye, responde idiota!” 

“¿Alguien tiene ojos en Fernando?”

“Shit, I got a body!” 

You immediately went on alert, patching in: “Where’s the gringo?” 

“I got someone in the armory- Mierda, get down!” 

His correspondence was immediately followed by gunfire. You grabbed your gun from your back holster, checking it for ammunition. A string of curses left you lips as you leaped onto the roof shingles, sprinting toward the penthouse. 

“Get to the penthouse, they’re after el jefa!” You shout through the comms. 

“Si, La Araña!” 

You knew it was too good to be true. There was no way Soap would waltz into the lion’s jaws if he didn’t have a plan. You had thought it was him walking into your trap, but no, it was you who became entangled in theirs. You grunt as you jump over the gap of the roofs, breaking some roof tiles along the way until you slip through an open window of the hallway leading to the penthouse where undoubtedly Valeria was. Your eyes immediately land on one of your men lying lifeless on the floor. 

“Shit! Valeria, come in!” You shout. 

All you could hear was gunshots as you sprinted into the penthouse, only to find more of your men slaughtered. Your head immediately snapped to the open back door leading out onto the roof once more. It’s then you could hear the gusts of wind and turbines. Carefully, you make your way outside, just in time to see a military issued helicopter hovering over the roof, it’s storm beacons lighting Valeria up. 

You quickly find cover behind the archway, peering around the corner to see Soap with a gun drawn on your sister. But there was someone else. You knew who it was immediately, seeing his broad shoulders and gelled back dark hair. The air left your lungs as his face became illuminated by the copter’s lights. 

Alejandro. He was here.

Your eyes narrowed as a familiar rage began to well in your chest. You felt like you could tear him apart. He was only a few feet away, if you got your hands on him, for even a second, his fate would be sealed. But there were too many eyes, too many obstacles. And now, they had Valeria. Your hands were tied, whether you liked it or not. You cursed underneath your breath as you watched Soap tie Valeria’s hands behind her back. Another man, you assumed to be Graves, hopped out of the copter with one of his men. 

Alejandro’s expression said it all but all he could do was stare at his former comrade. Valeria chuckled with a smirk. 

“Does she know?” Alejandro shouted over the whirring blades. 

This question made you stop in your tracks in the shadows. Valeria’s smile became even bigger as she laughed in the man’s face. 

“¡Sabía que eras estúpido, pero esto es un nuevo punto bajo, incluso para ti!” Valeria snickered. “Find out for yourself, ¡pendejo!” 

Alejandro glared at Valeria, “get her onboard!” 

Graves’ men forced Valeria to walk up to the copter and you could only look on helplessly. Valeria caught you hiding in the shadows and smirked. You let out a sigh, knowing what you had to do. 

“Hermano, what’s up?” Soap shouted. 

“I know her!” Alejandro answered, “we-” 

His words were cut off when a throwing knife landed right between his legs, making him jump. Both the men grabbed their guns, swiveling around to see where the attack had come from. Alejandro kept his eyes trained on the shadows, seeing a figure emerge from the darkness. Your heated gaze didn’t stray from him as walked fully into the light. Alejandro’s eyes widened as his complexion became pale, as if he’d seen a ghost. He lowered his gun as stood frozen. 

“Amor-” 

You didn’t allow him to speak his sickly sweet words, swiftly disassembling your rifle and pistol, throwing the parts on the stone tile. You threw the rest of your throwing knives and radio, everything, down on the ground. Your glare never left him as you stretched your hands out limply to him. Soap looked at Alejandro, obviously confused. 

“Who are you?!” Soap shouted.

You chuckled bitterly, “I’m hurt, mi vida, you didn’t tell your little friends about me? What you did?” 

The words drowned in Alejandro’s throat as he continued to look at you like you’d risen from the dead right in front of him. You smirk under your mask. 

“I’m Alejandro’s fiancé.”

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what 141's military personnel file looks like

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summary: So what exactly were in those dossiers Price gave to Laswell at the end of MW 2019? Here's a look into those, along with some reminders/sticky notes. Answering this ask :)

warnings: medical inaccuracies, mention of wounds/wound care, mentions of depression, medical terminology

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| AND YOU WEREN'T THERE |

| Alejandro x Reader | Ch.1 |

(photo is AI generated and edited by me!)

warnings: heavyyy angst, +18, MDNI, body mutilation, torture, mention of blood and injury, near death, bloodlust, mention of guns, violence

summary: he betrayed you. He left you to shrivel and die. But you didn't, and now he will live to regret it. Yes, you died but you were reborn. Reborn as La Arana, The Spider.

word count: 2k

a/n: the beginning of a new series! This one has been on my mind for a while and I'm so happy to finally work on it. I'm really looking to writing more for this series. Let me know what you think!

The rain pelted against the top of the jeep as it sped through the winding roads. Rudy’s eyes squinted, trying his best to stay within the lane as the chaos unfolded in the back seat. Every few seconds, Rudy's eyes would flicker to the rear view mirror to Alejandro looming over your unconscious body laid out on the seat. Alejandro’s folded one underneath the other, pushing down hard against your chest in rhythm. But each compression, more blood spurted from your mangled lips. For a moment Alejandro believed you were remaining conscious behind your half-lidded eyes, but looking closer he could see them glazing over, exhaustion and blood loss taking you by the second. He couldn’t even give breaths because your face was completely covered in blood, staining your clothes and the seat. Alejandro was in full blown panic. 

“Puta madre! Fuck, come on, stay with me,” Alejandro pleaded, desperately trying to find the source of the bleeding. “How much longer, Rudy?!” 

“Half a klick, colonel,” Rudy said, trying to keep the tremble from his voice. 

“Faster, she’s not responding,” Alejandro grabbed the sides of your head, shaking you. 

“Cariño, stay awake, come on, stay awake,” Alejandro pleaded again. 

Alejandro’s eyes widened in shock at the sound of a small gurgled sound emitting from your throat. You were trying to speak. You were still hanging on. The weak sound was enough to make his eyes water but he forced them away when he felt you let out a wheeze, the last of the air releasing from your lungs. Your eyelids felt so heavy, finally letting them fall. 

“Cariño, baby wake up,” Alejandro said, his voice raw, “Mi vida, wake up, wake up!” 

You were so tired. Your body weighed heavier than lead, as if being swallowed by the earth. You couldn’t hear the humming of the jeep, the squelching from the ragged cavity in your abdomen. Your face didn’t burn anymore. You felt like you were floating among the waves, looking up at the twilight sky as the tides began to slowly pull you down. It was so calm, so peaceful. Maybe this wasn’t such a bad way to go. Alejandro’s shouts began to slowly fade away into the darkness. Finally, sleep. 

✂

Your eyes snapped open, immediately seeing the ceiling of the old barn. They didn’t stay there long, flickering over to the barn door, seeing it cracked open, letting the morning sun in with only the small figure of Valeria blocking it. She smirked up to you in your bird’s nest, immediately finding you laying in your hammock. 

“Despierta dormilon!” She shouted up to you.

You quirked a brow, swinging your legs over to land on the creaky panels. You walked to the edge of the nest, leaning on your elbows over the bannister, looking down at her. The shadows casted over your frame, hiding your frame. Hiding your mutilated face. 

“Mañana, hermanita,” Valeria said with a smile. 

You grunted, unamused. 

“You never were much of an early bird, were you,” said Valeria. 

“What do you want?” You said, your tone cold. 

Valeria’s expression became serious, dropping the playful demeanor. 

“Our friend from the East has come to town, we need to make sure we keep him off the radar,” Valeria said. 

You ran a hand through your long inky locks, “and what do you need from me, El Sin Nombre?” 

Valeria smirked, hand on her hip, “I need you to work your magic, make sure we don’t have anyone crashing the party. And if we do, well, sabes qué hacer, La Araña…” 

Your eyes didn’t reveal any emotion, just the same emptiness present since that day. Your mind began to wonder back to that night, unable to stop the traumatic images flashing from behind your eyes. Valeria could see it, she always knew when your mind would drift off from where you were. You always had a vibrant imagination, ever since you were children, and now it has become your detriment. 

“Was it the same dream?” Valeria frowned. 

You averted your gaze from her’s before nodding. Valeria sighed before nodding. 

“Soon, hermanita,” Valeria growled, “we will bring them all down to their knees, and then, you will have your revenge.” 

Your eyes hardened once more and gave a curt nod, leaving the bannister. You lifted the neck of your turtle neck, pulling it over your nose, concealing your face. 

“Have your men ready, sister, there will be some sort of resistance, I’m sure of it,” you said bluntly, walking further into your nest. 

“We’ll be ready, keep me posted,” Valeria said, walking out the barn door, closing it behind her. 

You slid open the door to your den. A bulletin board covered in photos, some of rivaling cartels, some military, some high profile clients, and other pawns. But at the center of the bulletin with several throwing knives stabbed into it, a photo of none other than Alejandro Vargas. You didn’t dwell on it, stepping over the trail of wires scattered all over the room to your wall of screens mounted above your desk. The screens lit up as you plopped on to the seat. You propped your feet up on to the desk, your eyes flickering over the screens. 

Valeria chose to hide in plain sight, performing as the ultimate enforcer.  It gave her the power she always wanted, and she used that power to make Las Almas a better place. Of course, there were those who believed it to be blood money, but you could care less. You didn’t care about Las Almas, in fact, you wouldn’t have cared if the place was set ablaze. That was for El Sin Nombre to care about -- you had other plans. 

Your eyes stopped on one particular screen. It was footage from downtown Las Almas on the main road that took you through the heart of the city. From the footage, you could see a line of blacked out Jeeps following each other down the road in procession. You screenshot the surveillance, zooming into one of the Jeeps with ease. Rage began to bubble in your chest as the pixels began to refine piece by piece, finally revealing him. Rudy was with him, of course, the two were inseparable. But you could see two other men in the back but the shadow was too harsh for you to make them out. 

“Who’s your new friends, Mi Vida?” You mumbled bitterly, speed dialing Valeria. 

She answered on the first ring, “what you got for me?” 

“Old friends, heading to Hassan’s hideout,” you said, never tearing your eyes away from the screen. 

“Los Vaqueros!” Valeria grinned over the line, “excellent work, Araña. Should I be expecting you?” 

You stood to your feet, a new fire under them, “I’ll be out on recon. Out.” 

With that you clicked, tossing the phone back on the desk before stalking to your gun locker. You grabbed your black duffle first, dropping it to your feet before grabbing your sniper rifle, slinging across your back. Examining a few throwing knives, you tucked them into your harness before slamming the locker shut. Your heated gaze became nailed on Alejandro’s sorry picture, unimaginable rage taking over your cool heart. 

“No más esperas, hermana.” 

✂

The dried sticks and leaves stuck and prodded at you as you laid among the shrubs. You kept your grip steady and gaze trained as your looked through the scope of the rifle. From upon the cliff, maybe a mile from the infiltrated base, you could see everything. Just as you expected, the Mexican Special Forces had swatted the hideout, but Hassan was long gone thanks to your intel. And instead of being greeted by their target, they were welcomed by the Mexican Army who was deep in Valeria’s pockets. Everyone was, it would be stupid if they weren’t. 

You watched as the four men who escaped into the woods fought through the waves of soldiers waiting to ambush them. Much to your disdain, they weren’t much of a fight, eventually falling to the men. You were impressed -- these weren’t just Los Vaqueros. There were two other men, obviously not with the Mexican Special Forces. One of them had a funny haircut that stood him out from the rest and the other had an eerie skull mask concealing his face. It must have been a theme because his gloves also were decorated in a bone motif. Either way, both were proficient in the field, taking down Valeria’s paid Mexican Army left and right, and both had United Kingdom flag emblems stitched to their gear, a dead giveaway. It was clear they weren’t here for the cartel, they were here for Hassan. 

You scope trained on Alejandro again, watching him as he took cover behind a few rocks among the forest. From your perch, you could see everything -- you could see the Mexican Army moving in as you had ordered, and you could see them fail as these lone four men plowed through them. You could take him, you had more than a couple clear shots, but you didn’t. You didn’t. There was still much to know as why these foreigners were intervening at what backup they could have that hasn’t been made clear. So for now, you were on standby. 

You huffed as the men made their ways into a dead end, a cliff. 

“You lead them right to a dead end, pendejo.” 

You were almost surprised watching Alejandro hurdle himself over the cliff, only to land into the river below. Almost. Alejandro always found away. He was a stubborn man who didn’t stop when he had his mind made up. Perhaps at one time you would have found it charming, but now you just saw him as a menace. The other men followed his lead, diving into white water before making their way up stream. You openned your radio channel, a channel that could access any channel at your disposal, this time being the Mexican Army. 

“Están en el agua, mantente alerta.” 

The men didn’t respond, but as you could see, they had their hands full with how these men were making a fool of them all. Idiots. Again, the men took out the army men with ease, until finally reaching resistance where the army had their armored trucks aiming their artillery at the men. Your nerves began to flare, almost worried that Alejandro wouldn’t be able to make it through this one. That he wouldn’t meet his death by your hands. But as soon as the thought crossed your mind, the sound of piercing wind coming from the heavens above. In a blink of an eye, the convoy on the bridge became nothing but flames and shrapnel, destroying the bridge entirely. 

Confused, your eyes shot to the blue sky, squinting through the sunlight until your eyes landed on a single US fighter plane. Americans? No doubt they were here for Hassan too. All you could do was watch as the plane soared farther away as the four men hopped into an abandoned Jeep, speeding away from their close call. With a frown, you watched as they disappeared down the dirt road until they were hidden by the trees. You grabbed your phone, dialing Valeria. 

“Give me some good news,” she sounded grumpy. 

“Los Vaqueros have made friends with our friends up North.” 

“Americans? Puta madre, what the fuck do they want?” 

You began your trek back to your truck, phone tucked against your ear and shoulder as you disassembled your rifle effortlessly. 

“They aren’t the only ones, two others, British. Took out our men and went West.” 

“Was he there?” 

Valeria’s words made you stop in your tracks, listening to the tranquility of the forest around you. You let out a sigh. 

“Affirm.” 

Valeria knew from your tone that the man still lived, bringing a frown to her lips. 

“Pronto, hermanita.” 

You frowned but continued your way down the trail. 

“Yeah.” 

“Bring the general, his mistakes have cost us too much.” 

You threw your duffle and rifle into the cabin of the truck, shucking off your gloves in the process. 

“With pleasure, hermana.” 

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Tags: Swearing, 141 hanging at a bar, suggestive jokes, fluff, written with f!reader in mind

A/N: I hope you know I saw this request and nearly died by how cute it was like MY GODS. Also it was super hard as fuck coming up with a comment towards Soap (sorry buddy) that could provoke one to bust a gut so I hope what I came up with works. Thank you anon!

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Gentle Giant | Konig x Medic!reader | ch.1

summary: You are a medic. You shouldn't be here, but a series of unfortunate events have you on the run, but from whom? And to whom?

warnings: typical depictions of violence from cod, medical inaccuracies, eventual smut (not in this chapter, patience loves), implications of smut, more than slight size kink.

words: 2.5

author's note: alright. i caved. they got me hook, line and sinker. i had waaay too much fun writing this, makes me excited for what's to come ;) There's no use of y/n but it is written in second person. OH! For the translations, if you're reading on your phone, you can select and then translate :)))

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The whirring of the helicopter blades echoed in  your ears as you hopped down, landing in a crouch on the tarmac next to Sergeant Soap, Lieutenant Ghost and Captain Price. You shifted the heavy pack on her shoulders as you approached the two soldiers standing a few meters away ready to welcome Squad 141. There was a woman, only slightly taller than you smirking as you all approached, her hands behind her back. Your eyes slide up, higher, to the behemoth standing next to her. Your nerves went on high alert, seeing that not only was this man simply massive, bordering on seven feet, but he hid his face away under a dark hood, with only two holes for him to see through. 

“Captain Price, Squad 141, welcome!” Roze said, holding out her hand for Price to shake. 

“Thanks for having us!” Price shouted over the heli. “On behalf of the 141, we’re happy to have KorTac on our side!” 

Roze smirked, “we happen to share a common enemy, one we hope to eliminate as soon as possible.” Captain waved his hand to his subordinates, “this is part of my team. Sergeant John “Soap” McTavish, sniper and bomb specialist.  Lieutenant Ghost, sabotage, and our field medic, Y/N L/N.” 

Roze smirked, “good thing you brought another medic with you, his guy always finds a way to hurt himself.” 

Roze nudged the silent man, causing him to lose his composure for a moment. You looked up into his eyes, finding them to be purest of greens, along with the nervous anxiety behind them. ‘He’s nervous, this big guy?’ you thought. Your dissecting gaze wanders across his body, noting his nervous ticks until narrowing down on the poorly wrapped wound on his left hand. You cocked her head to the side with a frown. 

“You’re bleeding,” you noted matter-of-factly, pointing to his hand. 

The man straightened, hiding his wounded hand behind his back, avoiding your gaze. 

“I-It’s fine,” he said, his voice deep and rumbly but riddled with an accent. 

You cocked a brow and with a sigh, you approached the soldier, slapping him on the shoulder, having to fully extend your arm in order to reach. 

“Let’s go get that checked out soldier, can't you catch tetanus before the big mission,” you said, trying to sound firm. 

Konig looked down at Roze in shock, before turning to follow you, even though you had no idea where you were going in his foreign base. 

The group watched the duo disappear into the building, Price with a permanent frown. 

“You sure it’s a good idea having that guy on this?” He said skeptically. 

Roze’s expression became serious, “he’s one of the best -- his methods may be a bit unorthodox, but he gets the job done.” 

“Yea, we heard of his methods,” Price said, “and know that we’ll be keeping a close eye on ‘im.” 

“We’ve heard our own rumors, Captain,” Roze’s gaze became serious. “Rumors that you’re harboring some precious cargo. Something that can’t make it into the enemy's hands.” 

Price frowned, “rumors aren’t word.” 

“I’m just saying, if KorTac and the 141 are going to be working together, transparency is only fair,” Roze said. 

Price crossed his arms with a small smirk, “that’s need to know, Sergeant.” 

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König pushed open the door into the infirmary office, away from the row of beds that lay empty. He stepped aside, allowing you entry first, his posture rigid. You walked past, dropping your pack by the desk with a heavy sigh. You rolled one of the chairs over, plopping down into it before rummaging through your pack. Your eyes cast over to the door, finding the hooded man had not even crossed the threshold. 

“Hey big guy,” you called with a smile, “can’t fix your hand from the door.” 

You could almost see the man thinking before finally entering the room, having to duck his head under the entrance. He still kept his distance, so you pulled the second chair across from you before patting the seat. 

“Take a seat,” you said, your voice calming. “I promise I won't bite.” 

The man didn’t move for another second, before finally conceding and sat across from you, his knees curled underneath him. You continued to prep your utensils, grabbing rubbing alcohol, cotton balls and gauze. Finally looking up at the man, you held up your palm with a small smile, wordlessly asking for his wound. The hooded man held open his hand, revealing the bloody gauze poorly wrapped around his palm. His hand alone dwarfed yours and for a moment, you pitied the man who was caught in between them. 

You carefully began your work, your gaze trained at the messy work. König watched you carefully, his eyes lifting from your hands to your eyes, and then back again. He was shocked at your gentleness, it felt like a small bird jumping around in his palm. 

“Sie sind kein großer Redner, oder?” You said, never taking your gaze from his palm. 

König felt his spine stiffen as his eyes widened in shock. He leaned forward, his eyes sparkling in excitement. 

“Sie können Deutsch?” he said. 

You did well to hide your shock from the man’s deep voice, rumbling deep within his wide chest. You nodded nonetheless. 

“Ich war eine Zeit lang in Berlin stationiert…picked up a few things,” you smiled. 

König cursed himself for getting so excited over a little German, but for some reason…it sounded sweeter coming from your lips. The temperature rose from under his mask.

“They call me Wren.” You dabbed an alcohol soaked cotton ball on the cut. “Don’t ask me why, because I don’t even know. What do they call you?”  

Wren…like the bird. It’s…fitting, Konig smiled underneath his hood. 

“König,” he answered.

You nodded with a smile, “king. I can see it.” 

 Your gaze lifted up to the few scars peeking up from under the man’s long sleeve. They were small, most likely superficial. 

“You suffer from anxiety, don’t you?” You frowned, seeing the man squirm under your gaze. “I can tell, you pick at your scabs when you heal, that’s why they scar.” 

König stumbled over his words, “I-I-” 

You smiled, patting him on the soldier, “it’s alright, I’ve seen it before. Nothing to be embarrassed about.” 

König gaze stayed pinned on your small hand on his shoulder, feeling his skin becoming uncomfortably hot. Just as quickly as it was there, it was gone, your hand returning to wrapping his hand up properly this time. You were finished in no time, quicker than König would have hoped. You grinned, placing your hands on your knees, admiring your work. 

“All finished,” you said, “the wound didn’t go too deep but I’ll prescribe you some antibiotics to help with the swelling. If you need some painkillers don’t hesitate to ask.” 

König nodded, standing to his feet, “thank you, Wren.” 

You nodded your head, “anytime, but maybe not all the time. If you were in here all the time, I think I’ll get a little worried.” 

König felt his heart skip a beat. Worried? About him? No one worried about him. He broke eye contact, desperately taking his leave, lowering his head as he left the office, leaving you to your own devices. You listened as he left into the hall, his heavy footsteps fading away until nothing. You let out a sigh you didn’t know you were holding, swinging to face your desk. The man was no less than intimidating with his tear-streaked hood. You were almost positive that his enemies saw that hood in their nightmares, and you prayed to whatever god that you wouldn’t succumb to that punishment. 

“Well, better get to work.” 

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You had finished unpacking all of your medical supplies in the very barren infirmary, deciding to do some sprucing up around the beds, even opening up a few of the curtains to let in the fading sunlight. The infirmary seemed like it was almost abandoned, making you wonder if KorTac even had a resident medic to begin with. 

“Well that would explain the poorly treated cut,” you grumbled, folding one of the sheets before placing it on the cot. 

You head turned hearing a knock on the door frame, seeing Soap standing at the threshold. 

“‘Bout time you got in,” you smiled. 

“Not my fault, Gaz got the coordinates wrong,” Soap smirked. 

“I highly doubt our Gaz had anything to do with it,” you snorted. “How can I help you, McTavish?” 

You watched his expression become a bit more serious, which was a rare feat from the Scot. He leaned against the frame, his arms crossed. 

“Wanted to check in on ya, lass. See how you’re holding up,” he said. 

You frowned, before picking up another blanket to fold to distract yourself. 

“I’m fine, as fine as one could be in my situation,” you sighed. 

“It’s okay not to be,” Soap approached. “No one would blame you.” 

“Oh,” anger bubbled in your gut, “but I do.” 

“Wren-” 

“If I had just stayed put,” you nearly whispered, eyes screwed shut, “hell, even closed my fucking eyes, we wouldn’t be in this mess.” 

“It’s your fault, Wren,” Soap said sternly. “It couldn’t have been prevented. It was just…wrong place, bad timing.” 

You scoffed, a sad smile on your lips, happy your back was turned to your comrade so he couldn’t see the tears welling in your eyes. 

“Yeah. Bad timing.” 

Soap frowned, “listen, grub’s at 1800 hours. Price doesn’t feel really comfortable having to move around this big base on your own, so he’ll send someone for you.” 

Hearing this you whirred around, your brow furrowed, “now I need a babysitter?” 

Soap scratched his nape, “not my orders, Wren.”

You felt your shoulder slump in defeat. Soap puts a hand on your shoulder, giving you a gentle shake. 

“Don’t worry, things will be back to normal in no time, you’ll see,” he said with a hopeful smile. 

All you could do was nod, “and what about my sleeping quarters?” 

“König will take you,” Soap waved, “big fella practically volunteered.” 

Your ears perked at the mention of the tall Austrian. 

“Just…be careful around ‘im? The man gives me the heebie jeebies,” Soap grumbled. 

“Yeah, yeah,” you dismissed the thought. 

From the short time you sat with the man, he seemed to have not a bad bone in his body. But of course, there had to be, or else he wouldn’t be here. Again, at the thought of the behemoth, you thanked him for being on your team. He volunteered? You felt like a giddy school girl, but you quickly squash such feelings, busying yourself back into fixing up the infirmary. 

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The sunlight had all but faded from the windows as you sat back at your desk, typing away at some files you needed to catch up on. Files weren’t the only thing to catch up on. You couldn’t remember the last time you had a good night’s sleep. You tried at first, but the nights dissolved into restless turning, riddled with nightmares. What you saw that day replaying over and over again behind your eyelids. Eventually it was just easier to just stay awake. 

Your exhaustion was more than evident on your face. Dark bags underneath your eyes, your complexion paler than normal. It definitely had caught the attention of the others, Price sending you a pitying look now and then, ordering you to take a break. But you couldn’t. Work was the only thing that took your mind off things. Whether it be the gym, the range, or any meaningless task, you needed them all. You wished for things to go back to normal, the days where you could laugh wholeheartedly when Soap and Ghost would compete to see who had the worst jokes. You missed betting with Gaz at the range, missed being able to take a shower without the worry of someone waiting to take you out, standing just behind the curtain. 

You let out a yelp hearing a gentle knock on the door, your head whipping around to see König standing within it, his head lowered. 

“I’m sorry,” his watery gaze never wavered from yours, “I didn’t mean to startle you.” 

You raised a hand to your chest, willing your breathing to slow before smiling up at him. 

“For a big guy, you sure have light feet,” you laughed, sliding your glasses from the bridge of your nose. “Is it grub time already?” 

König shook his head, “not quite. I wanted to show you to your room before then.” 

You nodded, standing and picking up your pack, that was much lighter than before, thankfully.

“Sounds like a plan, lead the way,” you gestured. 

You followed König down the hall, fighting off the exhaustion that made your head fuzzy. You walked on, turning corner after corner, hardly coming by anyone until finally König stopped in front of a door, stepping aside. You nodded in thanks, stepping inside. The room was bare bones, to be expected, only having a single bed and a desk. You threw your pack on the desk, stretching your arms over your head, some of your bones cracking causing you to let out a small whimper. 

König felt his mouth go dry hearing you. He couldn’t stop when he mind quickly went somewhere it shouldn’t have been. Thoughts of you trapped underneath his hulking body, dragging more whimpers, louder ones. König choked on his saliva, catching your doe like eyes to his. 

“Something wrong?” You asked. 

König shook his head, holding up his palms, “a-ah, nothing! I’ll be out here once you’re ready.” 

With that, König left the room, closing the door behind him. You smiled, shaking your head. You peeled off your armor, piece by piece. Finally you completely stripped down, letting out a groan at the long awaited freedom. You looked over your body, feeling over the scattered scars, big and small. You let out a sigh, digging out another set of clothes, something you could be a little more comfortable in. 

You placed your glasses back on the desk, before turning to open the door. Konig stood against the wall, his arms folded behind his back as if he were a guard. Well, for all intended purposes, he was. Konig turned to you, wrapping up your hair into a messy bun, looking up at him. 

“Ready, König?”

The man felt his chest tighten as you looked up at him. Have you always been this small? Compared to him you were tiny, like a- 

“Maus,” the word slipped past his lips before he could even stop it. 

König could feel his face become hot as he instantly took his gaze off your shocked expression, trying to find the words to make an excuse. Anything, any excuse. 

“Mouse?” You said with a teasing smile, leaning over to look up into his eyes. “Hm, I guess that makes sense.” 

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you,” König said, not daring to look you in the eye. 

You chuckled, patting the poor man on the shoulder. 

“It’s alright, not offended at all, Bär.” 

You brushed past him, looking over your shoulder at him. 

“As long as we can keep it between us,” your eyes squinted as you smiled, “gotta make sure these idiots stay in line somehow, right?” 

König felt his chest swell and you could see his eyes squint, telling you there was a smile underneath the threatening hood. “Natürlich Maus.”