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Cuts & Bruises || Ghost x Reader

What happens when Y/N overhears an argument and checks up on Ghost.

• fluff • slow burn • romance • swearing • no mention of Readers gender ( Y/N )

Second part:

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"Fucking stupid fucking prick! What the fuck was that!." A roar echoed down the hallway, the voice was filled with emotion, rage and anger.

Y/N lifted their head up from their desk, deciding to quickly get some field notes written down for the upcoming mission, the blaring noise of their headphones still screamed out as they pulled it away from their ear, startled by the sudden wave of noise and change in atmosphere.

Y/N pulled themselves away from the desk, using their arm to push the door to their room slightly open and peering around to see what was happening.

"Simon, calm down!"

Price yelled back marching behind him, he sounded strained, out of breath.

"The hell happened.." Y/N mumbled to themselves as their brows furrowed, tension always put them on edge and high alert, especially when it came to L.T, over the past year they'd grown close.

it sometimes felt like Ghost purposely went to them to seek comfort in the moments his mind was overwhelming him, his scarred memories haunted him, they never left.

This wasn't the first argument Y/N had overheard between the Captain and Ghost.

"I need you to piss off Price, get the fuck off my back." Ghost turned around the corner and glanced over his head towards Price, his breathing was laboured, he was trembling, his mannerisms had become stiffened.

"Leave him Captain." Y/N opened the door some more with their hand as they leaned over the chair, looking cautiously between both Price and Ghost who continued to walk away from the Captian, but not before giving Y/N a quick glance over.

They didn't near to hear it, but it was Ghosts way of saying thanks, Y/N had picked up on his body language, his way of communicating, when he didn't want to talk just as much as he had picked up on theirs, probably why they worked so well together on the field.

"He's on thin fuckin Ice." Price bitterly spoke back, his eyes drilling into Y/N's "this isn't your problem to deal with."

Y/N shrugged their shoulders as they pushed themselves from the chair they'd sat on.

"I never said it's my problem Captain, but we all know that going after him like this is going to solve nothing."

Price scoffed as he slapped both his hands against his legs in defeat.

" He needs to get his head out of his arse by tomorrow and back in the game." As he looked over to Y/N, giving them an all too knowing look.

Go sort him out.

Y/N knew that they couldn't just leave Ghost to his own devices especially with the anger they saw reflected back in his eyes, Y/N knew it must've been something bad to have caused that type of emotion to overwhelm him, especially after getting to know him.

Ghost can easily come across as cold, closed off and condescending at times, he lacked patience with outsiders, he had no room for making new friendships and he purposely avoided people outside of mission briefings or training.

Sure he went to the pub with Soap on the rare occasion but other than that he mostly stuck to himself, upon the exception of Y/N joining 141, their stay was only supposed to be temporary until the mission was completed, but it was fair to say that both Y/N and the group of 141 had become close, they'd been accepted, not just by Price, or Soap, Or Gaz or anyone else for that matter, the person that stuck out the most was Ghost, to everyone's surprise he'd actually started to open up to them.

Funnily enough Y/N had come to know the Lieutenant that well, they knew exactly where he'd be.

Soap had already told them on a few occasions if Ghost vanished for a while it was usually best to just leave him be, but if it was urgent he told them where to find him.

But more than once when Y/N was feeling overwhelmed and needed air, they'd also caught Ghost sitting in the same area.

The lieutenant always managed to convince Y/N to air their problems but he never really quite did the same.

Walking through one of the exist doors leading outside, it was already evening as dusk began to settle into the sky, the stars making their presence known.

It was the orange glow of his cigarette that gave him away, sitting himself down on one of the benches that where littered around the perimeter of the base, a string of smoke trailing up into the nights sky.

Y/N paused for a second taking a deep breath before making their way over towards him, not knowing what kind of reaction to expect from him right now, but try none the less.

"Got a spare one." Asking calmly, the crunch of sand and grass ruined their attempted at a more silent approach.

Ghost shifted his attention from the dense forest that surrounded the base, looking at Y/N from the corner of his eye, he simply rolled his eyes and fumbled with one of pockets on his jeans, a crumbled up packet of cigarettes where tossed Y/N's way before resetting his gaze on the forest once again.

Y/N pulled out a cigarette and lifted it to their lips before grabbing out the lighter Ghost always stuffed into the box, shifting their weight down next to him they sat in silence for a moment, the sound of crickets filled the night air.

Y/N lit the cigarette in their mouth, inhaling the thick smoke before taking a long drawn out exhale.

"I don't need babysittin." Ghost spoke aloud, breaking the silence, his mask had been rolled up slightly above his nose.

Y/N glanced up towards him as he leaned backwards, taking another drag of his cigarette.

They looked at the features of his face, deep scar that trailed his sharp stubbled jawline, until catching his gaze.

"I'm not babysitting you.." Y/N could feel their cheeks slightly burning from his fixated gaze.

"I just wanted to make sure you're okay."

Breaking eye contact as they mumbled their last words.

"I'm fine." He sharply responded, taking the cigarette away from his mouth for a second.

"Didn't sound fine to me."

Ghost didn't respond to their comment, deciding to stay silent.

Y/N's eyes trailed towards his hands catching the fact he wasn't wearing his gloves, noticing something on the Lieutenant's knuckles they peered closer.

"What the hell did you do?" Placing their own cigarette back in their mouth, Y/N without thinking grabbed a hold of his hand and bringing it closer towards them to be able to inspect it better considering they where now sat in the dark.

Surprisingly Ghost didn't retract his hand, if anything the moment his worn hands where grasped by Y/N's he felt warmth, their touch was so gentle as they inspected the deep cuts that trailed along his knuckles.

"I just had enough bullshit for one day." Ghost turned to look at Y/N, he couldn't be angry with them, there was no need to, but at the same time he wouldn't normally let anyone be around him during this time, not even Soap, he dealt with things his own way, away from everyone. "Had enough of Price's bullshit especially.."

"I get that." Y/N said softly.

"Don't wanna know what the other guy looks like." They said jokingly as they lifted their head looking back towards the exist door and then back to Ghost a concerned look settled in their eyes.

"Has a bloody big hole through it."

Y/N and Ghost both scoffed at his words, Y/N knew what that meant, they'd caught Ghost once before punching a hole straight through one of the reck room's tables when he had a previous disagreement with Price.

Suddenly a sharp whilste coming from the base both caught their attention as they turned to look at who it was.

Soap was stood by the door, "You guys need anything out there! It's cold as a witches tit out here."

Y/N placed their cigarette to one side, clearing their throat and shouting back.

"A medical pack and some tea would be great thanks!"

Soap glanced over to Ghost who simply gave him a nod, "On it." He bellowed back before walking back inside the building.

"You patchin me up." Ghost sarcasticlly said as he finished his cigarette, throwing the butt away into the darkness beyond his vision.

"Well if I don't do it, you won't do it and if you don't do it, then it'll get all nasty and infected and you're too stubborn to admit that it'll get infected until your sodding hand falls off..." Y/N looked at him with a blank expression on their face.

"So yes I'm pAtChinG yOu uP."

Ghost couldn't help but find their words amusing, that and the attempt to copy his voice, his lips gave away a faint smile.

Soap approached the two with flasks filled with tea and a small green medical bag that he placed down besides Y/N, giving one flask to Ghost.

"So L.T, got your own nurse now I see." He cocked and eyebrow looking down at Ghosts hand and then back up at him.

"Go eat some shortbreads Soap." Y/N stuck their tongue out at the Sargent, picking up the medical bag and taking out what they needed.

"Okay I'm off then." Soap laughed taking the hint, "don't catch a cold out here guys."

"We won't." Both Y/N and Ghost replied back at the same time.

Y/N looked up at Ghost for a second.

"You gonna let me clean up your hand or are you going to be a grumpy old git about it."

Ghost simply waved his hand at them in response, once again going mute, Y/N opened up a medical wipe, gently wiping the damaged area of skin, noticing his hand was still bleeding as they placed their fingers under his palm to move his hand.

"You don't have to be so careful with me." Ghost softly spoke, catching them off guard at it words.

"I'm not going to bloody manhandle you now am I." Switching out the medical wipe for a bandage they opened it up and thought about how they where going to place it.

"You're too gentle with me." He scoffed, but his words held more meaning as he continued to watch them tend to him.

Y/N was so caught up in trying to make sure the injured area was patched up correctly they didn't even realise the words that fell from their mouth.

"You're not gentle with yourself, someone has to be."

Ghost couldn't help but feel those words cut into him, which made him realise, every time he's been at his worst, Y/N has always said the right thing to calm him down or back him up, they weren't afraid of him in any way, if anything Ghost realised in that moment that Y/N had been rescuing him in the madness and chaos of it all.

"Why would you do that."

Y/N shifted themselves on the bench, they knew that this might be the only chance to talk to him like this, to air everything out, their was a sensation of adrenaline and anxiety that now flowed through them.

"Because I actually give a shit about you, that's why." Y/N huffed, letting go of his hand that was finally clean and patched up. "I am sorry that everything falls on you, I get it, everyone looks at you to make the call, but it's you that gets the hit if it goes sideways."

Ghost couldn't speak, he couldn't find the words that he needed to but everything they said hit him hard, aside from Soap and maybe on the odd occasion Price understanding what also fell upon him, hearing it come from Y/N really hit him.

"I don't want you to ever get hurt." Ghost's hand crept back up towards their own, his fingers wrapped around theirs and held on.

"L.T I--" Y/N had to catch themselves, they could feel Ghost's hazel eyes staring down towards them. "I will never get hurt you know that."

"You better not." He moved himself closer towards them, watching intensely as Y/N finally got the courage to look up at him, he could only see himself reflected back in their eyes, the white piercing dots of starlight danced around in their vision, this is what he wanted, all this time, every mission, every briefing, he wasn't looking at anyone else, he was looking for Y/N always.

He would purposely look out for them on missions, making sure he had their back, that they where safe, unharmed.

"Because I need you Y/N."

// side note: I thought of writing this last night and decided to actually go ahead with it.

Also shortbread is Scottish shortbread which is 10/10

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Y/N -looking through the artilary equipment-: "Y'know, if I could swing a really big sword it wouldn't matter if anyone loved me or not."

Ghost and König turn in unison and stare blankly.

Y/N: -looks up and notices them both- "What?"

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What happens when Soap texts Y/N and Ghost at the bar and Ghost's phone errors at the worst time:

soap:

WHERE

ARE

YOU

GUYS

Y/N:

WE'RE

FUCKING

Ghost:

GETTIN - message not sent

DRINKS - message not sent

soap:

WHAT

THE

FUCK

[theredharpy]

Cuts & Bruises || Ghost x Reader

What happens when Y/N overhears an argument and checks up on Ghost.

• fluff • slow burn • romance • swearing • no mention of Readers gender ( Y/N )

Second part:

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"Fucking stupid fucking prick! What the fuck was that!." A roar echoed down the hallway, the voice was filled with emotion, rage and anger.

Y/N lifted their head up from their desk, deciding to quickly get some field notes written down for the upcoming mission, the blaring noise of their headphones still screamed out as they pulled it away from their ear, startled by the sudden wave of noise and change in atmosphere.

Y/N pulled themselves away from the desk, using their arm to push the door to their room slightly open and peering around to see what was happening.

"Simon, calm down!"

Price yelled back marching behind him, he sounded strained, out of breath.

"The hell happened.." Y/N mumbled to themselves as their brows furrowed, tension always put them on edge and high alert, especially when it came to L.T, over the past year they'd grown close.

it sometimes felt like Ghost purposely went to them to seek comfort in the moments his mind was overwhelming him, his scarred memories haunted him, they never left.

This wasn't the first argument Y/N had overheard between the Captain and Ghost.

"I need you to piss off Price, get the fuck off my back." Ghost turned around the corner and glanced over his head towards Price, his breathing was laboured, he was trembling, his mannerisms had become stiffened.

"Leave him Captain." Y/N opened the door some more with their hand as they leaned over the chair, looking cautiously between both Price and Ghost who continued to walk away from the Captian, but not before giving Y/N a quick glance over.

They didn't near to hear it, but it was Ghosts way of saying thanks, Y/N had picked up on his body language, his way of communicating, when he didn't want to talk just as much as he had picked up on theirs, probably why they worked so well together on the field.

"He's on thin fuckin Ice." Price bitterly spoke back, his eyes drilling into Y/N's "this isn't your problem to deal with."

Y/N shrugged their shoulders as they pushed themselves from the chair they'd sat on.

"I never said it's my problem Captain, but we all know that going after him like this is going to solve nothing."

Price scoffed as he slapped both his hands against his legs in defeat.

" He needs to get his head out of his arse by tomorrow and back in the game." As he looked over to Y/N, giving them an all too knowing look.

Go sort him out.

Y/N knew that they couldn't just leave Ghost to his own devices especially with the anger they saw reflected back in his eyes, Y/N knew it must've been something bad to have caused that type of emotion to overwhelm him, especially after getting to know him.

Ghost can easily come across as cold, closed off and condescending at times, he lacked patience with outsiders, he had no room for making new friendships and he purposely avoided people outside of mission briefings or training.

Sure he went to the pub with Soap on the rare occasion but other than that he mostly stuck to himself, upon the exception of Y/N joining 141, their stay was only supposed to be temporary until the mission was completed, but it was fair to say that both Y/N and the group of 141 had become close, they'd been accepted, not just by Price, or Soap, Or Gaz or anyone else for that matter, the person that stuck out the most was Ghost, to everyone's surprise he'd actually started to open up to them.

Funnily enough Y/N had come to know the Lieutenant that well, they knew exactly where he'd be.

Soap had already told them on a few occasions if Ghost vanished for a while it was usually best to just leave him be, but if it was urgent he told them where to find him.

But more than once when Y/N was feeling overwhelmed and needed air, they'd also caught Ghost sitting in the same area.

The lieutenant always managed to convince Y/N to air their problems but he never really quite did the same.

Walking through one of the exist doors leading outside, it was already evening as dusk began to settle into the sky, the stars making their presence known.

It was the orange glow of his cigarette that gave him away, sitting himself down on one of the benches that where littered around the perimeter of the base, a string of smoke trailing up into the nights sky.

Y/N paused for a second taking a deep breath before making their way over towards him, not knowing what kind of reaction to expect from him right now, but try none the less.

"Got a spare one." Asking calmly, the crunch of sand and grass ruined their attempted at a more silent approach.

Ghost shifted his attention from the dense forest that surrounded the base, looking at Y/N from the corner of his eye, he simply rolled his eyes and fumbled with one of pockets on his jeans, a crumbled up packet of cigarettes where tossed Y/N's way before resetting his gaze on the forest once again.

Y/N pulled out a cigarette and lifted it to their lips before grabbing out the lighter Ghost always stuffed into the box, shifting their weight down next to him they sat in silence for a moment, the sound of crickets filled the night air.

Y/N lit the cigarette in their mouth, inhaling the thick smoke before taking a long drawn out exhale.

"I don't need babysittin." Ghost spoke aloud, breaking the silence, his mask had been rolled up slightly above his nose.

Y/N glanced up towards him as he leaned backwards, taking another drag of his cigarette.

They looked at the features of his face, deep scar that trailed his sharp stubbled jawline, until catching his gaze.

"I'm not babysitting you.." Y/N could feel their cheeks slightly burning from his fixated gaze.

"I just wanted to make sure you're okay."

Breaking eye contact as they mumbled their last words.

"I'm fine." He sharply responded, taking the cigarette away from his mouth for a second.

"Didn't sound fine to me."

Ghost didn't respond to their comment, deciding to stay silent.

Y/N's eyes trailed towards his hands catching the fact he wasn't wearing his gloves, noticing something on the Lieutenant's knuckles they peered closer.

"What the hell did you do?" Placing their own cigarette back in their mouth, Y/N without thinking grabbed a hold of his hand and bringing it closer towards them to be able to inspect it better considering they where now sat in the dark.

Surprisingly Ghost didn't retract his hand, if anything the moment his worn hands where grasped by Y/N's he felt warmth, their touch was so gentle as they inspected the deep cuts that trailed along his knuckles.

"I just had enough bullshit for one day." Ghost turned to look at Y/N, he couldn't be angry with them, there was no need to, but at the same time he wouldn't normally let anyone be around him during this time, not even Soap, he dealt with things his own way, away from everyone. "Had enough of Price's bullshit especially.."

"I get that." Y/N said softly.

"Don't wanna know what the other guy looks like." They said jokingly as they lifted their head looking back towards the exist door and then back to Ghost a concerned look settled in their eyes.

"Has a bloody big hole through it."

Y/N and Ghost both scoffed at his words, Y/N knew what that meant, they'd caught Ghost once before punching a hole straight through one of the reck room's tables when he had a previous disagreement with Price.

Suddenly a sharp whilste coming from the base both caught their attention as they turned to look at who it was.

Soap was stood by the door, "You guys need anything out there! It's cold as a witches tit out here."

Y/N placed their cigarette to one side, clearing their throat and shouting back.

"A medical pack and some tea would be great thanks!"

Soap glanced over to Ghost who simply gave him a nod, "On it." He bellowed back before walking back inside the building.

"You patchin me up." Ghost sarcasticlly said as he finished his cigarette, throwing the butt away into the darkness beyond his vision.

"Well if I don't do it, you won't do it and if you don't do it, then it'll get all nasty and infected and you're too stubborn to admit that it'll get infected until your sodding hand falls off..." Y/N looked at him with a blank expression on their face.

"So yes I'm pAtChinG yOu uP."

Ghost couldn't help but find their words amusing, that and the attempt to copy his voice, his lips gave away a faint smile.

Soap approached the two with flasks filled with tea and a small green medical bag that he placed down besides Y/N, giving one flask to Ghost.

"So L.T, got your own nurse now I see." He cocked and eyebrow looking down at Ghosts hand and then back up at him.

"Go eat some shortbreads Soap." Y/N stuck their tongue out at the Sargent, picking up the medical bag and taking out what they needed.

"Okay I'm off then." Soap laughed taking the hint, "don't catch a cold out here guys."

"We won't." Both Y/N and Ghost replied back at the same time.

Y/N looked up at Ghost for a second.

"You gonna let me clean up your hand or are you going to be a grumpy old git about it."

Ghost simply waved his hand at them in response, once again going mute, Y/N opened up a medical wipe, gently wiping the damaged area of skin, noticing his hand was still bleeding as they placed their fingers under his palm to move his hand.

"You don't have to be so careful with me." Ghost softly spoke, catching them off guard at it words.

"I'm not going to bloody manhandle you now am I." Switching out the medical wipe for a bandage they opened it up and thought about how they where going to place it.

"You're too gentle with me." He scoffed, but his words held more meaning as he continued to watch them tend to him.

Y/N was so caught up in trying to make sure the injured area was patched up correctly they didn't even realise the words that fell from their mouth.

"You're not gentle with yourself, someone has to be."

Ghost couldn't help but feel those words cut into him, which made him realise, every time he's been at his worst, Y/N has always said the right thing to calm him down or back him up, they weren't afraid of him in any way, if anything Ghost realised in that moment that Y/N had been rescuing him in the madness and chaos of it all.

"Why would you do that."

Y/N shifted themselves on the bench, they knew that this might be the only chance to talk to him like this, to air everything out, their was a sensation of adrenaline and anxiety that now flowed through them.

"Because I actually give a shit about you, that's why." Y/N huffed, letting go of his hand that was finally clean and patched up. "I am sorry that everything falls on you, I get it, everyone looks at you to make the call, but it's you that gets the hit if it goes sideways."

Ghost couldn't speak, he couldn't find the words that he needed to but everything they said hit him hard, aside from Soap and maybe on the odd occasion Price understanding what also fell upon him, hearing it come from Y/N really hit him.

"I don't want you to ever get hurt." Ghost's hand crept back up towards their own, his fingers wrapped around theirs and held on.

"L.T I--" Y/N had to catch themselves, they could feel Ghost's hazel eyes staring down towards them. "I will never get hurt you know that."

"You better not." He moved himself closer towards them, watching intensely as Y/N finally got the courage to look up at him, he could only see himself reflected back in their eyes, the white piercing dots of starlight danced around in their vision, this is what he wanted, all this time, every mission, every briefing, he wasn't looking at anyone else, he was looking for Y/N always.

He would purposely look out for them on missions, making sure he had their back, that they where safe, unharmed.

"Because I need you Y/N."

// side note: I thought of writing this last night and decided to actually go ahead with it.

Also shortbread is Scottish shortbread which is 10/10

[theredharpy]

What happens when Soap texts Y/N and Ghost at the bar and Ghost's phone errors at the worst time:

soap:

WHERE

ARE

YOU

GUYS

Y/N:

WE'RE

FUCKING

Ghost:

GETTIN - message not sent

DRINKS - message not sent

soap:

WHAT

THE

FUCK

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Soap: "We're L o s t."

Y/N: "Go ask someone for directions then."

Soap: walks to the nearest citizen he can spot and approaches them. "Hi there, could you help us?"

Citizen: "Bonjour, ça va?"

Soap: looks over at Y/N with a face of pure panic

Y/N: mouths the words "what's wrong."

Soap: points at himself and mouths back "I don't speak croissant." Starts panicking more, "come here and translate please."

Y/N: rolls their eyes and walks over to speak the citizen.

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Soap: "British people are so cute, they say things like, how are you, cup of tea, bless you."

Ghost in the background: "fuck off you condescending twat."

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König talking about Y/N whilst being separated on a mission from one another, he peered up to the night sky watching the dozens of stars shimmering within the darkness up above, picturing the first time König noticed Y/N's eyes.

Soap noticed a slight change in Königs body language.

"everything alright there?"

König doesn't turn to him but simply sighs heavily, allowing his shoulders to slump more. "Ah, I'm just thinking.." his voice slowly trails off as he begins to whisper something to himself in his native tongue.

Soap chuckles softly to try and lighten the heavy mood. "You thinkin of them."

"looking into those eyes." König says.

Soap raises his eyebrow at his words. "Hm?"

König turns to him, "the hottest fires burn blue and theirs are no exception."

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Y/N: "Do you ever just look at something and it changes your life in a way you don't expect it."

König: "when I saw you."

Y/N: -starts bumbling with their words in utter shock- "König, I wasn't expecting that and that's very sweet and I think the same way about you and all but..I was actually going to show you a photo I took of drunk Soap."

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He’s so pretty 😩

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What happens when Soap texts Y/N and Ghost at the bar and Ghost's phone errors at the worst time:

soap:

WHERE

ARE

YOU

GUYS

Y/N:

WE'RE

FUCKING

Ghost:

GETTIN - message not sent

DRINKS - message not sent

soap:

WHAT

THE

FUCK

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You have been visited by the Chan of wealth, reblog this and you will have money come to you!

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Y/N: "Do you ever just look at something and it changes your life in a way you don't expect it."

König: "when I saw you."

Y/N: -starts bumbling with their words in utter shock- "König, I wasn't expecting that and that's very sweet and I think the same way about you and all but..I was actually going to show you a photo I took of drunk Soap."

[theredharpy]

Major character death

Me in my head: ya don't fucken say

the devil works hard but ao3 writers work harder 

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Hypnosis: Part 1

What happens when a mission ends badly, König who Price had partnered with Y/N a year ago takes it upon himself to start showing his true intentions after Soap makes a couple of jokes.

F!reader x König, Fluff, Comfort, Friends to?, 18+( coming up ), showoff König ( he becomes cocky af )

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The mission had gone sour, they'd been lead a stray by the enemy, it was a setup.

of bloody course it was.

Ghost's words retorted in her mind as she sat on the window seat of the helicopter as they where carried back to base, watching the warm deep orange rays of the sunset lowering over the mountains.

Y/N purposely turned her face away from the rest of the team as she continued to chew on the side of her lip, she had been the only one who managed to sustain an injury during the mission, walking directly into a wire trap and cutting a huge gash into her cheek.

Though there was a pair of eyes gazing at her, it was the person Price had partnered her with, König.

Despite his reclusive nature and being known for his little to no words and nervous tendencies, ever since they met he was the one that approached her, maybe it was because he picked up on her own nervousness about the upcoming mission when they were first informed.

She was also fairly new to 141, she was used to working alone, but she truly felt the responsibilities that Ghost placed on her shoulders due to her abilities in the field, but that was over a year ago.

Everyone was talking amongst themselves further inside the giant helicopter as Y/N kept to themselves, muted, processing everything that had happened on the mission, she was annoyed at herself for managing to get hurt, let alone the information Ghost had managed to obtain, it was her old squadron that had been bought out by a mercenary group, she saw the look in Ghost's eyes when he looked back at her.

It was distrust.

König leaned against one of the back seats of the helicopter, his eyes still remained fixed on Y/N the entire time as she looked out the window.

He hated this feeling, like he had somehow let her down when Ghost started spluttering out heated questions about her previous squad, but he couldn't say or do anything that would have eased the situation.

He felt an overwhelming need to reach out to her, the silence was making his stomach twist.

A sigh left his breath, moving himself to one of the seats nearest to her, then slowly he leaned down and tapped her on the shoulder. “Y/N..look I know you’re probably feeling a lot right now." He paused for a moment trying to find the correct words. "I want you to know that you did a good job out there.” He said with a slightly raised tone trying to drown out the sound of the helicopter, he was trying to gauge her reaction before he continued to speak.

Y/N turned to look up towards König, the cut on her cheek was still slightly bleeding from how deep it had gone into her skin, the warm dry air causing the rest of the blood to stain her face.

"I fucked up." She said bluntly, feeling the sting of disappointment well in her eyes as she once more turned away trying to not show him her emotion.

The words hit König like a ton of bricks, he sensed her emotions even though he could tell she was attempting to hide it from him, from the rest of the team. "Nein, hast du nicht.."

No, you didn't.

He mumbled from under his breath as his eyes studied her form, he knew none of this was her fault, it was just Ghost lashing out in the heat of the moment.

"We will get to the bottom of this." König patted his hand on her shoulder trying to show her some sort of support, to take her out of her negative thoughts, he looked down at her through the two slits of his mask.

"That's alot of research we need to put in first.." She said in an annoyed tone.

"We can cross that bridge when we get to it." He responded in a more serious tone, his hand gently gripped her shoulder. "Until then, how about you have a little faith in me, hm?"

Y/N's her head fell back onto his leg in defeat, she remained silent struggling to form any words and she attempted to contain her frustrations, feeling lost and seething anger as she chewed on the inside of her cheek.

"We'll get through this." König calmly reminded her, trying to soothe the storm if thoughts that where currently flooding Y/N's mind, whilst also trying to remain calm himself feeling the warmth from her back against his leg, obviously on missions they'd be close to one another but not like this, he looked away from her for a second to clear his throat and steady his nervousness.

"Just know I have your back, I know you're strong, we just need to keep our heads up and our thoughts clear ja? We have to be able to work out how to get out of this situation in one piece."

His words gave her some sense of stability, she couldn't help but look up towards him, noticing how he was towering over her, his eyes staring directly back into hers.

"I do believe you and I trust you.. obviously" She said with some attitude in her tone almost as if she was reminding herself, she paused for a moment forcing her brain to return to reality.

"I just know the questions I'm going to get once we are back at base." She said as a warning, nudging his leg with her arm in the direction of where Ghost was watching the two like a hawk, she'd caught him staring a while back but chose not to pay attention to the Lieutenant.

König lifted his head, he could sense that Ghost was probably thinking of a hundred different things to say, how he was watching closely and judging how the two of them were interacting. "I'll keep that in mind." he said his voice quickly changing becoming emotionless for that mere sentence, his mind racing with the possibility of anything and everything that could happen in the coming days, feeling the helicopter starting to descend.

-

Ghost simply glared towards the both of them opting to stay silent for now, standing up from his seat and opening the exit door with a single pull of his arm, watching as the helicopter finally landed, the rest of the team chimed with relief of finally being back all following him out.

Y/N mumbled something incoherent to themselves as she stood up onto her feet, her hand gently pressed against her cheek. "Ah fuck, still got to sort this mess out." She rolled her eyes feeling blood stick to her fingers.

König scoffed at her words in response making his way out of the helicopter, Y/N following behind him as they towards the large hangar where he assumed medics would be waiting at the entrance in case anyone was injured upon arrival, he calmly talked to one of the men who handed him a first aid kit, assuring them he was suitable enough to tend to the injury himself.

-

You better get your seatbelts on for part two.

[theredharpy]

König talking about Y/N whilst being separated on a mission from one another, he peered up to the night sky watching the dozens of stars shimmering within the darkness up above, picturing the first time König noticed Y/N's eyes.

Soap noticed a slight change in Königs body language.

"everything alright there?"

König doesn't turn to him but simply sighs heavily, allowing his shoulders to slump more. "Ah, I'm just thinking.." his voice slowly trails off as he begins to whisper something to himself in his native tongue.

Soap chuckles softly to try and lighten the heavy mood. "You thinkin of them."

"looking into those eyes." König says.

Soap raises his eyebrow at his words. "Hm?"

König turns to him, "the hottest fires burn blue and theirs are no exception."