#COD Fender Takács X Reader

[ilovewhiteroses]

He Is Not What He Seems

Pairing: COD Fender Takács X Medic Reader Genre: Fluff Warnings: Mentions of violence, some swearwords Rating: none Notes: - @placeinthemiddleofnowhere​ got me into playing Call Of Duty and when I learned that Fender is hungarian, it was a nice surprise 💕💕

"Wounded soldier! Wounded soldier! Quick, let's put him on the bed!” a paramedic shouted in desperation. A bullet hit the soldier’s right upper arm and it should have been taken out of there immediately. You and the other medics rushed over and began treating him. Since it was an open wound, you could do nothing but disinfect it and bandage it, while you asked the paramedics to take the unfortunate man to the hospital. The milder injuries were treated in the medical room, the more serious cases had to be taken to the hospital.

You tried to hide who you really were from others, because you didn't want to stand out. Your father is a rich businessman with so much money that even your grandchildren would never have financial problems. You have two half-siblings from his previous marriage, with whom you never really got along, because they couldn't bear the fact that they would have to share the inheritance with you. While they happily spent their father's money, you decided that you really wanted to help, not just at charity events. Thus, unlike your spoiled siblings, you applied for medical school after high school, which your father was very proud of.

You recently started working as one of KorTac's medics and so far you've handled situations well, although there have been quite overwhelming moments as well. Today was relatively calm, you only had to treat a few minor injuries. You got hungry and went to the vending machine to get some food. You looked for a ham and cheese sandwich, but when you were waiting for the machine to dispense it, it suddenly stopped and your sandwich got stuck inside. You hit the glass angrily, because not only was your money lost, but you were also left hungry.

"Can I help you?" asked a confident male voice. You looked up and it was König, the Austrian KorTac operator. It was not difficult to notice him, his huge stature was visible even from several meters away. You haven't talked much so far, even though you've tended his wounds a couple of times.

"Um, yes, please, I'd really appreciate it." you said in confusion. The big man hit the glass of the vending machine with his gloved fist so hard that it was a wonder it didn't break. The machine took the signal and dispensed the sandwich. König took it and handed it to you.

"There you go. Hmm, it looks good, I might buy one for myself, although I prefer heartier meals.” he said politely under his mask. You took it from him and thanked him. You were about to go back when König called after you.

"I know we haven't talked much so far, but I just want to say that you are doing a good job. It can't be easy for you either."

"Of course not, but we are here to help you." you told him with a smile then said goodbye to him, promising to talk to him again.

 A few days later, KorTac soldiers went on another mission. There was a lot of upheaval in the medical room, you barely managed to treat the wounded. Among others, they brought in Fender, an operator who suffered a head injury and an injury to his arm, as a bullet grazed him there. You went there to take care of him, you asked him to take off his mask.

"Do I have to?" he reluctantly asked you.

"Yes, since you had a big hit on your head and I need to see if you have a concussion." you replied and carefully removed the mask off him. After you examined him and saw that his injury was not serious, you treated the wound on his arm,

"I see that there is nothing wrong, but I will refer you for a skull CT scan, that's for sure."

"Believe me, this hard head never gets hurt." he said with a slight smile. He's a good looking guy, you thought to yourself, then quickly felt ashamed, because you shouldn't have thought like that in such a situation.

"No no! You go and get a CT scan, I'm not arguing about that!" you told him firmly and Fender saluted.

"Okay, I will do what you ask."

 You've been thinking about him quite a bit since you took care of him. There were other guys besides him, but for some reason HE caught your attention the most. You've heard that he is not an easy case - in fact, no one at KorTac was - and he's quite ruthless on the battlefield, but he's loyal and helps his comrades in trouble.

You wanted to know more about him, so you invited König to a pub to talk a little about the soldier of Hungarian origin. At first he wanted to leave the mask on, but you talked him into taking it off instead so as not to scare others. You both drank beer, only König asked for a bigger pint. He took a drink and let out a loud belch.

"This is good beer! I missed it." he said and wiped his mouth then looked at you. "You don't drink?"

"Yeah, but I rarely drink beer. Tell me…what do you know about Fender?” you asked, tapping the side of the glass with your fingers, then you took a drink too.

"Fender? What's up with him? You have a crush on him or what?” he asked, causing you to almost spit out your drink.

"No! I mean… since I don't know everyone yet, I thought you could tell me a little about him." König first raised his eyebrows doubtfully, then grinned like a mischievous child. He wasn't stupid, he knew what was going on.

"Okay, if you say so. To be honest, I don't know much about him, even though we fight together. All I know is that he was master sergeant in the Hungarian army. He's quite a hothead, but otherwise a good guy. Plus, his mask is pretty ridiculous, it looks like two slices of bread covering his face." he laughed at his own joke. It reminded you of when you took care of Fender, and until you took it off of him, he really looked funny in it.

After that, you didn't talk much about the hungarian, instead König told you about their latest mission and his kill count.

 A few days later you were writing reports and filing papers when you heard a knock on the door and Fender stepped in. This time he was not in his military uniform, but in a dark t-shirt and jeans, holding a folder.

"Hello! What's up?" you were surprised but tried not to show it.

"I had a CT scan of my skull and brought the diagnosis to show it to you. Fortunately, nothing was found.” he said with a smile, even though he was clearly embarrassed too. He gave you the folder, you looked at the papers.

"Thank God, I'm happy about that." you gave it back to him. You wanted to return to your own things, but Fender was still hanging around.

"Is there something else?" you asked and put your pen down.

“Well, as a matter of fact, yes. Well, er, the thing is, I thought I'd ask…how about you having coffee with me? I want to thank you for what you have done for me.” Fender finally said. Your eyes widened.

"Never mind, that's my job, but… is that allowed? ” you asked.

"We are just going to have coffee, there’s nothing wrong about that." Fender looked at you kindly. Your heart suddenly started beating faster…

"Okay, just wait a bit, I'll finish with these and then we can go." you said. He went out and you tried to focus on the paperwork, although it was pretty difficult.

 You went to a recently opened, cozy little cafe. You asked for a latte macchiato because you loved coffee with milk, the operator had cappuccino, and you also chose some cookies to accompany them. Since he invited you, he insisted that he pay, even though you told him to cut it in half. You felt a little guilty for letting him pay in the end, since, if you wanted to, you could buy the entire cafe from your future inheritance. You took the foods with you and looked for empty seats. Both of you were quite embarrassed, because you had never seen each other in civilian clothes before and you didn't know what to do with the situation. To break the ice, you spoke first.

"You chose a nice place, I've never been here before."

"Me neither, I just heard about it and thought I'd try it sometime. I'm glad I came with you. The others, especially König, are more pub-going types, when it comes to coffee, the vending machine one is enough for them." Fender blushed slightly and took a quick bite of his cookie to cover it, hoping you didn't notice. You did, and thought it was cute - an almost two-meter-tall, rigid soldier. When he wasn't looking grumpy, he actually had a kind face. His beautiful, brown eyes and defined cheekbones swept you off your feet... Your mind already started to wander somewhere else when suddenly you heard your name in the distance. When you regained consciousness, it turned out that he was calling you, because you didn't answer his question.

"Oh, I’m so sorry that I didn't pay attention, but I don't even know when was the last time I had a really good sleep." you were ashamed of yourself and held your forehead. You even forgot about your coffee for a moment.

"Don’t be sorry. I haven't even known what sleep is for a while now." he smiled shyly.

You wanted to talk about something else, so you asked about his origin.

"So, you're Hungarian, right?"

"Only half. My mom is Hungarian, my dad, whom I never knew, was American." he said, sipping his coffee. You remembered Erzsike, who taught you some Hungarian words a few years ago.

"I had a Hungarian friend, from whom I know a few Hungarian words, which are actually swear words." as you said, you were embarrassed like a teenager.

"Well, let me hear them!" Fender encouraged you. Although there was little chance that others would understand what you were saying, out of caution you quietly flashed him your minimal knowledge of Hungarian.

"Let's see... Mi a neved? (what's your name?), Hogy vagy? (how are you?), Baszd meg! (fuck you!), Kurva élet! (fucking fuck), Fogd be! (shut up)…what else? Törődj a magad dolgával! (mind your own business!). That’s all.” Fender laughed.

”Haha, these are good. I also taught the others a few words and it's very funny when they try to pronounce them." the cookies and coffee in front of him slowly ran out. "Is there something you would like to know in Hungarian?"

"Hmm, how do you say ’don't worry, everything will be fine?' If I have to tend to your wounds again, that's what I can tell you." you said kindly. Fender smiled at your reasoning.

" Semmi baj, minden rendben lesz!" you repeated, Fender was barely able to hide his laughter.

"Your pronunciation is so cute!" he said and you both had a good laugh.

It was hard for you to imagine that the kind, huge guy with whom you had just had a good coffee, could be a real killing machine in a different situation. You looked deeply into his eyes and saw a kind of sadness. He's obviously been through a lot since he started military life, but he hasn't let it all consume him. Deep down, you were glad that you knew this good-natured self of his, and not the other, wild, ruthless one.

You put your hand on the table and Fender put his on it. You turned your hand so your palms were touching. The small touch made your heart beat faster again. You've only just met him, yet you've started to feel something for him…

[ilovewhiteroses]

Hi there dears! Just wanted to inform you about some upcoming fanfics:

He Is Not What He Seems Pairing: COD Fender Takács X Medic Reader (will be posted soon)

Window To The Soul (it is likely to be a 2 parter) Pairing: The Corinthian x GN! Reader  *WIP  💕💕💕