Königen Blobbity

“I know… and I can’t wait to spend it with you however we want” his voice was raspy, and his accent was thick as he spoke. You noticed it was more noticeable right when he wakes up, it made you feel lucky, being the only person to hear it so early in the morning.

You shift to look up at him, to your dismay he has his sniper hood on but you know not to mention it. Instead wrapping both your arms around his neck before leaning up and kissing his cheek through the fabric. “I’d be up for some breakfast? Maybe make some pancakes together?” you spoke softly and the deep hum in his throat more so resembled a growl.

He nods his head and then leans down placing a chaste kiss on your lips thorough his hood. It made your cheeks flush, a sight that always made him hazy, dizzy on the drug that was you. “I like that idea”. At that you stand up off the bed heading to the closet.

You open the doors of König’s closet, which has now been invaded by some of your own clothes. Yet you grabbed one of König’s shirts, putting it on over your bare figure, fabric falling to cover up your underwear, it’s large size swallowing you up. Behind you the sound of heavy footsteps can be heard, large arms then wrap around your waist.

“You need anything baby?” You ask, referring to the closet, you feel him place his head on yours. “Nein. Danke Schatz” You smile and with that you both made your way towards the kitchen. As König followed you, he kept a hand intertwined with one of yours the whole time. Not wanting to slip from your grip for a single moment, in a way you were his charging port.

You smile and as you reach the kitchen you look at your boyfriend, taking in his outfit, or… lack thereof. He stood there, wearing only his boxers. Had it been earlier on in your relationship, he would’ve shifted under your gaze, bouncing on his feet shyly. but now? he felt his most comfortable around you, loving how only you saw him at his most vulnerable. “You want to take a photo liebling? Make it last longer” he teased and you just blushed, clearing your throat.

“Let’s get cooking!” You say excitedly and notice through the holes of his hood how his eyes narrow, a telltale sign that he was smiling. You both begin to grab all the ingredients, moving around the kitchen in a majestic flow, you’d been there countless times, you and König had found a perfect rhythm.

Once you have everything set out on the counter, you place a big mixing bowl at the center, you once again feel your brick wall of a boyfriend press against your body, his arms circling your waist. You shake your head. “Aren’t we supposed to be making this together?” teasing him as you feel him rest his chin on your shoulder.

“We are… I’m just letting you take the lead” his hand then moves from around your waist passing you the whisk. “See? I’m helping” his voice sending vibrations through you as his lips rest against the skin of your neck. You shiver slightly but just chuckle. “Mhm. Sure baby.” and take the whisk.

You place all the ingredients into the mixing bowl, the entire time König’s lips were stuck to your neck, leaving soft kisses, making sure each one was placed perfectly. Taking a second or two to relish the feeling of your skin against his lips before moving them.

You then begin to mix the ingredients using the whisk, you feel a soft bite at your skin and gasp softly, you turn slightly in his arms to smack his chest. “König! I’m trying to focus” your tone teasing and your smile wide, it only makes him want to bite you more, get more of a rise out of you, hear more of the soft chuckles that leave those perfect lips of yours.

“Why don’t you be good and get the pan ready while I mix hm?” You say tilting your head, your tone demanding but soft. König let’s out a disappointed groan but nods, pulling away. “Fine.” He sounded defeated and you just chuckle at the small tantrum he’s throwing.

You continue to mix the batter while he grabs a pan, and then places it on the stove, putting some oil in it before looking back at you with gentle eyes. “All ready for you mein liebling” your eyes focus back on him as he speaks, you smile and stop mixing the batter. Now smooth and the texture silky.

“The batter should be ready too” you say and place the whisk in the sink before grabbing a small spoon, scooping up a little bit of the batter and tasting it. You hum softly and lick your lips. Watching how his eyes were trained on the spoon, unable to push away the rather dirty thoughts he had as your tongue came out and licked at the dip in the metal.

“I thinks it’s ready baby, you wanna try it?” You say softly, he can immediately pick up on the seductive tone laced in each word. You place the bowl on the counter and stand there, still smirking. He narrows his eyes slightly before he cautiously nods his head. The way you playfully bite your lip has him curious to what you were up to. He lifts his hood above his lips to accept a taste.

You don’t leave him wondering for long as you go to grab more batter from the bowl using the spoon, but at the last moment you stop. Then, in one fluid motion, you drop the spoon into the bowl, reach a hand behind his neck and pull his face towards you, kissing him passionately. Letting him taste the batter on your lips and tongue. Before pulling away and whispering softly against his lips.

“What do you think? Does it taste good?” You watch how his eyes slowly open, widening. Not having expected that. The kiss made his heart ache and it felt as if it was going to burst from your affection. His voice is low when he responds “It tastes perfect… but you taste better Schatz” his words making you blush again but chuckling as you see the effect you had on him with just your lips.

“Good… let’s start cooking some pancakes then” you hand him the mixing bowl, grabbing a spatula and walking to the stove, where the pan is already sizzling. When you walked away his head turned trying to follow your lips, he walked after you as if you had a leash on him. He wouldn’t say it aloud, but he loved it when you teased him like that, drove him mad with such simple acts.

He didn’t need to say it for you to know, you loved making any little thing sensual just to watch how it effects him. You decide to tease him a little further and turn your head, smiling innocently “Come on, be a good boy and pass me the bowl” closing off the statement with a wink.

He was frozen in place, a blush settling on his cheeks feeling, oddly, small despite his large and threatening figure. You always managed to get him like this, he loved it because you only ever did it in private, relishing this part of him as something only you saw. “Y-yes Schatz” he mumbles and shuffles forward, although it only took 1 large stride for him, placing the bowl on the counter next to the pan sat on the stove.

"Here you go." he whispered again softly and then wraps his arms around your waist gently, before nuzzling his face into where your neck meets your shoulder. His way of trying to hide his blushing face from you, even though he had his sniper hood on, you’d know. Despite his attempt, you can feel his slightly shaky breathing against your neck, as if he was trying to calm himself, making you smirk.

“That’s my good König, my sweet big bear” you only teased him more, knowing that nickname always made his skin heat up. This time it did much more than that, you felt him melt against you at your words, he wanted to be completely enveloped in you and your presence, he couldn’t let you get away with this relentless teasing though, so he bites softly at your skin making you yelp.

You chuckle but understand, stopping your teasing before he melts into a puddle on the floor. You focus on the pancakes, using a measuring cup to get equal amounts of batter each time. Pouring it into the pan watching as it forms perfect circles. Letting them sit before flipping them when they reach a smooth golden brown.

König was no longer in a state to help you make the pancakes, so he just went back to kissing your neck as he was doing before. The fabric of his hood tickling your collar and the back of your neck softly while his lips placed gentle kisses against your skin.

His eyes watching you make the pancakes, thinking about how you managed to do something so simple in such a skillful manner. They looked delicious, and he felt himself salivate slightly at the sight of them.

You chuckle as you felt his kisses get wetter, playfully remarking “someone’s hungry” which only earned you a soft hum and a muffled response. “I cannot help it mein Schatz. They look delicious. I’m sure you put a lot of love into them”

You feel his kisses move to just below your jaw and cheek, finding yourself suddenly unable to stand still and began to shift in place. Your cheeks tinting a soft red at his praise and his affectionate kisses.

“Aww König… that’s really sweet of you to say. There is definitely a lot of love in these pancakes” you say and continue to make the pancakes as König showers your neck in kisses. You then slightly turn your head to look at him face to face.

“But if I didn’t put enough… I’m more than happy to give you the rest of my love later” you wink at him and then lean forward giving him a soft kiss. He closes his eyes when your lips touch and he leans forward kissing you deeply. When you pull away he hums softly.

You felt an amused but fond smile grow on your lips and look back at the pancakes. When you do, he goes back to kissing your cheek, wrapping his arms tighter around your waist. Pulling your body closer against his chest. You blush slightly, and let out a giggle as his kisses trail down your nape. You try to shift away slightly but his arms keep you in place.

“König~ if you keep kissing my neck like that I won’t be able to focus on the pancakes” you go back to flipping the pancakes and transferring them to the plate, stacking them up into a pile. You then pour more batter into the pan.

Its then that König gets a bit more confident, seeing the impact his kisses have on you. He smirks against your skin and speaks. “Well Schatz, I suggest you try your best… because I refuse to stop showing you just how much love I have for you”

The vibration of his voice sent shivers through your body, hearing his deep voice so close to your ear put you in a haze. You can’t help how your eyes flutter slightly and you bite your lip. Nothing felt as nice as König’s soft lips against your skin. That coupled with the soft sensation of the fabric of his hood against your collar… it was enough to have you weak.

You just try and focus on flipping the pancakes again but blush more and more at his growing affection. His kisses lingering more, him getting more playful and biting at times, nipping at your skin, loving how your breath hitches slightly.

“Ah! König hun~ you’re distracting me” you say again, chuckling softly. Slowly feeling yourself melt in his arms with each kiss, feeling so small in his presence. “I know…” he says and you just shake your head. He simply wanted to watch you melt… placing kiss after kiss on your neck, wanting to see you crumble a little bit more.

“You’re so bad…” you say and hear him chuckle lowly. He immediately retorts back. “I’m bad? And what about you Schatz, hm? You’re the one trying to avoid my kisses” he continues to kiss your neck, wanting to watch you shift in his arms, and you’d be damned if it didn’t work.

You scoff and shake your head “Oh really? You’re trying to turn this on me now?” You keep your eyes on the pancakes, flipping them. “The only reason I’m ‘avoiding’ your kisses is because I don’t wanna burn the pancakes” with that you place the pancakes on the stack. “Now…”

You pour the last bits of batter onto the pan. “Just a few more left to make baby, then we can eat” you say, hoping to get him to stop his kisses a little bit. Instead he persists, leaving a particular harsh bite on the skin between your neck and shoulder.

You gasp, he smiles at that and then comments “that’s alright… I found something better to eat” you hum softly at his words, the possessive and teasing nature to them had your focus drifting. He goes back to kissing softly, you no longer trying to stop him.

You simply tease “is that so? Well… how about you save me for lunch?” He chuckles at your words as his lips move up to your jaw, closer to your lips. “I like the sound of that…” his tone was low and you slowly turned your head to face him.

He leans forward and kisses you softly, you close your eyes, enjoying how he hums against your lips. You melt more into his arms, their grasp around your waist feeling like the only thing that keeps you standing. Your whole body relaxing under the softness of his kiss, unfortunately, that included your arm that was making the pancakes.

One second you felt nothing but König’s love and affection, and in the next you felt searing hot pain against your wrist as it touches the rim of the pan. Your eyes open in an instant, crying out in pain, before roughly stepping away from the stove.

“AH! GODA- SHITSHITSHIT!” you dropped the spatula into the pan, your other hand moves to grab your wrist like a vice. The strength of your retreat was enough to cause König to stumble back, unwrapping his arms from your waist. You clench your eyes shut, and double over as you can still feel the sting of the burn coursing through your body.

König felt frozen in place, not yet realizing you got burned “Schatz! What’s wrong?!” He simply watches you with wide eyes, waiting for you to say something. You rush over to the sink, softly pushing past him, and begin to run lukewarm water over the burn, feeling your eyes well up.

He moves to stand next to you at the sink, spotting the red mark across your wrist, putting together what happened. “Oh god, are you alright? Do you need any help?” There was clear panic in his tone, not knowing what to do or how to help you, trying to find a way to soothe you as much as he could.

You couldn’t ignore the feeling of agitation creeping up on you. Unable to push away your racing thoughts; “I should’ve focused on the pancakes’ was the first… leading to ‘how could I let myself get distracted?!’ ending with ‘why couldn’t he just listen and not distract me!’. You didn’t want to be angry with him, but as a few tears ran down your cheeks, and you heard him ramble, trying to help, you just felt overwhelmed.

“It’s fine! I just burned my wrist on the pan… I don’t need any help, I’ll take care of it myself.” there was a grimace on your face, your tone hostile and frustrated. You weren’t even looking at König, keeping your eyes on your wrist, watching how the water runs over the burn… noticing how it begins to blister.

He was taken aback at your tone, but he understood. You were in pain… he wouldn’t blame you for getting harsh, deciding to just stand next to you. At his silence you felt yourself tense, his presence making your skin crawl, not knowing what to do after your slight outburst.

“J-just turn off the stove…” you mumble softly, some of the harshness gone from your voice. König just nods and walks off, going to turn off the stove. At the sound of his footsteps walking away, you let out a sigh of relief, just needing to be alone for a moment. You begin to softly caress the burn with a thumb, hissing slightly at the feeling.

When he comes back over to the sink, he leans forward, trying to get a better view of how bad the burn was. When he spots the redness of it, and how it was practically imprinted across the entirety of your wrist, he couldn’t help but scrunch his eyes slightly, just imaging the pain you must’ve felt.

“If it’s too painful… we can just stay home?” He spoke softly, nervous and clearly worried for you. He looks back up at you, not able to look into your eyes as they were still focused on your wrist. “Would you rather do that?” he leans to your face, going to place a kiss on your cheek through his hood.

At the last moment you pull away just enough for him to miss. You loved his affection but right now there was irritation simmering in you, unable to get out of your head the fact that you told him not to distract you… told him that you needed to focus. You then spoke, voice still stern, but less harsh. “No. I don’t want to cancel our day out”

He couldn’t help but be hurt at the way you avoided his kiss, slowly stepping back, deciding to give you space. He nodded at your words and then listened intently as you spoke again. “Can you just go put the pancakes on the table and get us some plates and cutlery… I’ll be over in a minute”

He muttered out a soft “Alright…” before walking away from the sink. You catch the small sigh he lets out, easing your irritation slightly as you begin to regret the tone you spoke to him in. He walks to the pantry to grab the plates, setting them out onto the table, alongside a napkin and cutlery.

Once everything was set he looks over at you, by now you turned the water off and just softly ran your thumb over the blistering burn. “Schatz?” He approached you with slightly hunched shoulders, gauging your demeanor for any anger or irritation. By now it had faded away.

“Do you need anything else?” He asked and you turned your head to face him, your face no longer in a grimace, your expression reading indifference. You look at him for a moment before glancing down at the ground. “C-can you grab me the burn gel… and a bandage” he nodded and went off to grab them.

When he came back, you were sitting on your chair at the table, still looking at the burn. König moves to kneel in front of you, placing the gel and bandage on the table before softly taking your wrist in his hand. “Here… let me” he spoke gently and you didn’t stop him, just nodding your head.

His eyes looked at the burn, brows furrowing at the blister that had formed. He grabbed the gel with one hand, while the other held your wrist, thumbs softly caressing your skin just below the burn. Before placing on the gel, he leans down kissing at the burn softly, making eye contact with you as he did. You couldn’t help but smile, feeling your cheeks slightly flush.

When he placed the gel on your burn, you hissed out slightly at the stinging pain, watching as he began to wrap your wrist in a thin layer of bandage. “There. All better” following his words he leaned down again, lifting his snipers hood enough to place a kiss on the bandage, before pulling away.

König begins to stand up but stops as he feels your hand circle his forearm, he looks at you questioning, your eyes looking at your lap. “Thank you König…” he kneels back in front of you, placing both his hands on your thighs, running them up and down your skin softly. “Of course Schatz.” He doesn’t move, sensing your unease, and at your sigh he waits for you to speak intently.

“I’m sorry for getting harsh. I didn’t mean to snap at you. I was just irritated that I did something as stupid as look away from a hot pan” you chuckle softly, seemingly at yourself. König smiles, and at his silence you finally look up at him, brows furrowed in guilt, expression reading as apologetic.

“It’s okay Schatz, it was partly my fault too. I might’ve gotten a bit carried away with my kisses… should’ve been more careful” leaning forward he kisses your cheek and you smile at him. “Still… it’s not like I was fighting you off” you give him a small wink and he chuckles.

König turns ever so slightly to kiss your lips, both your eyes closing for a moment, lips moving naturally. Soon after he pulls away and the smile on his face was complete visible to you, able to spot his teeth ever so slightly through the part between your lips.

You take a deep breath and prepare yourself for the journey back to the helicopters, spotting a few of your fallen soldiers on the floor as you make your way through the building. Keeping your eyes up ahead, all your nerves on edge, eyes darting to every shadow and corner.

Holding your hands steady as you keep your grip tight on the rifle raised in front of you. You couldn’t help but think of your fellow soldiers, what they must be feeling right now, whether they’re safe, mind drifting to one particular Lieutenant.

Picturing his skull mask splattered with blood, praying that it wasn’t his own and that he was already on the helicopter unharmed and safe. Every step you took you could feel the wound in your thigh screaming in agony for you to stop, but you needed to keep going. Enduring the pain to make it back to find your cherished boyfriend.

As you turn another corner you feel relief at the sight in front of you, a hall with a door at the end leading outside… leading to Ghost. Quickening your pace you still keep your head on a swivel, listening in for another pair of footsteps, or radio chatter. As you push through the doors you couldn’t help but feel relief. One step closer to being by his side again, one last effort to-

You froze. Did that sound come from you? No. It was from those brushes up ahead. It sounded like a snapping twig. Fingers pressed into the barrel of your gun, looking around at the greenery in front of you, not daring to move and give away your location if they didn’t know you were there.

As your head looked to the right there was a loud rustling sound behind you, as you go to pivot the person was quicker then you expected, suddenly feeling the barrel of a rifle pressed against your throat, choking you with a determined grip. Acting quickly, you drop your gun and hook their ankle with your foot and shift to throw them over your shoulder and knock them into the dirt with a loud thud.

As you reach for your rifle you look up and spot another enemy right in front of you, gun pointed at your head. You curse softly at the sound of more footsteps and a soft click paired with each one. Looking around your stomach churned, now surrounded… 5 guns focused on you. “Hands up” the instruction coming from one of them, you couldn’t care less from which one. Slowly you pull back from the rifle on the floor and raise your hands.

The soldier below you swings his elbow to collided with your jaw, knocking you off and onto the ground. Groaning slightly you hold your jaw and look up, seeing two of them come closer, kicking away your rifle and narrowing their gaze down at you. The didn’t look blood-thirsty… their demeanor too calculated to simply shoot you and leave you for dead. Then it clicked.

They didn’t want to shoot you. They didn’t want you dead… at least not yet. Having something else in mind where you’ll be much more useful than a rotting corpse. Even in this time of crisis, feeling dread weight heavy on your chest, your can’t help but hope they only got you. Before you could hope further, the butt of a rifle connected with your head. Vision going black as you fall unconscious.

Meanwhile Ghost sat at the edge of his seat in the helo, hand anxiously tapping at his knee as he awaits your return, head in a frenzy as he watches soldiers return bit by bit but never recognizing your beautiful eyes among the masked faces. Able to feel his panic take the form of sweat trailing down his neck and clamming up his palms.

As the helicopter rotors begin to whir to life he feels his stomach twist into knots. Watching as the door closes with a loud thud, matching the aggressive beating of his heart. Able to feel it pounding against his ribs all the way through to his vest. Rationalizing in his head that maybe you went onto the other helo… unharmed and safe. Or at least breathing.

When the helicopter arrives back at the base, Ghost is one of the first people out, he fights against the pain in his calf, limping across the yard to the other helicopter. He watches soldier after soldier step out, his eyes scanning for any sign of you. For his partner, for his rock, for the person who’s been his motivation to fight and come back for the past year.

The longer he doesn’t find you, the more frantic he becomes. Eyes wildly scanning over the team, fists clenched and steps now heavy and uncoordinated as he begins to pace. He grabs at a soldier leaving the helo, questioning them to where you were, only for them to shrug, shake their head and walk away.

When he feels a hand touch his shoulder, he turns. His heart soars for a second as he imagines your face behind him. Feeling it shatter all over again as he meets Price’s serious and solemn gaze. “Ghost. We need to talk” he was stern, not leaving room for argument; but ghost argued anyway.

“In a minute Price, I’m looking for-“ his hurried words interrupted by Price’s authoritative one. “I know. You won’t find them here” at those words Ghost felt his stomach churn, feeling sick at what Price was implying.

His shoulders raise as all the hairs on his body stand on edge, his mind suffering with a hurricane of thoughts at the idea of you not being here. In every sense of the word. “Price… are you telling me they’re-“ not able to finish the words as his throat closes up, eyes cast down to try and stop himself from throwing up.

“We’re not sure.” Ghost’s eyes dart back up to meet Price “What the fuck does that mean” voice shaken and from the hostility behind his words, it’s obvious his teeth are clenched. Price keeps his voice low, seeing how distraught he was, control practically tearing at the seams.

“Two soldiers saw them get ambushed and then dragged off… they were still alive at the time and reportedly not majorly injured” Ghost feels a sense of relief, hope reigniting at the fact that you weren’t dead. Then becoming flooded by anger at the prospect that you got taken hostage… in the hands of the enemy.

His anger could only go to the soldiers who watched you and did nothing. “And what, those bastards just watched?! Ran off like fucking cowards rather than stepping in?!” rage coming off his body in waves, body practically trembling. From fear or anger, Price couldn’t quite tell.

“It was 6 of them Lieutenant.” He tried to reason but Ghost wasn’t having it “Yeah and it was fucking Monarch. You know how much they’re worth to this task force. Everyone does.” Price immediately retorts back, sensing his hostile tone “I also know how much they’re worth to you Ghost.”

A heavy silence taking over the two of them before Ghost seethed “When’d it happen…” not even phrasing it as a question but rather a demand. Price sighs “Ghost…” his words a bit warning knowing he wouldn’t like the answer. “When.” Ghost asked again, speaking again before Price could even respond. “Tell me before I ask those fucking cowards instead.”

Price groans out knowing Ghost was full well and ready to find them and go through with his threat… except he wouldn’t be satisfied with just asking them some questions. “They told me when they got on the helo… 5 minutes before we retreated” that was the nail on the coffin for Ghost.

Knowing that they had not only kept that a secret from him until now, but also left you behind. That he left you behind. “You should’ve fucking told me Price. I would’ve gone back” his voice a snarl, eyes glaring down with a raging fire burning in their irises. “That’s exactly why I didn’t tell you. It would’ve been reckless” Price remarks but Ghost just scoffed.

“Reckless my ass” his murmur causing Price to scoff now. Voice warning as he spoke “Watch it lieutenant. No matter the situation you will show me respect” Ghost raised his gaze and was ready to snap at Price again, but thinking better, and knowing this wouldn’t help bring you back he decided against it.

“Alright. Sorry Captain” it was a grumble but enough for Price to lay off him a little. “Good. Now, I came to find you because I’m forming a small evac team to get Monarch back. Thought you’d want to be on it” crossing his arms and trying to hide his amusement at how Simon’s eyes just light up at the prospect of getting you back as quickly as possible.

“When do we leave?” Ghost blurted out, already on board with the plan. Hating the thought of you being with those bastards for a second longer. Every breath he took, a wasted second where you could possibly be getting maimed. “In 10. We’re taking helo 3” Ghost gives a curt nod and began to walk away, wanting to reload his arsenal and grab a few extra gems as gifts for your captors.

Price grabs his arm before he gets far. “Coming with is a privilege Ghost. Don’t make me regret letting you” he didn’t need to say anything more for Ghost to understand. Getting you back was the main objective… and this would be led by Price. No matter how much Ghost wanted to act on instinct he knew it’d be reckless.

He had to admit there was truth to what Price said earlier… he wouldn’t admit it aloud though.

Price finally lets him go, allowing him to head back to inventory and prepare his gear and level his head before the mission. Soon after he met the rest of the team at the helo, Price giving him a short nod as he steps into it and takes a seat. Rifle gripped tight and ready.

Warmth of the sun hitting your face as you swam back and forth in the pool, mirroring the warm smile you just couldn’t shake. Eyes darting over to your boyfriend, relaxing in his large donut floaty. Head leaned back, feet in the water, eyes closed and his whole body practically limp.

It was so clear to you… he really needed this. Even if at first he wanted to go to Austria and enjoy the nice winter weather you knew that deep down he was glad you convinced him otherwise. The clear sky and matching sunshine making him glow, even the sniper hood over his eyes appearing lighter in colour

You giggle softly and slow your swimming as you pass him, gaze still admiring how peaceful he looked. A tinge of jealousy as you curse yourself for not bringing a donut floaty for yourself. As you reach the other end of the pool again, you pause... before deciding to swim over to him in the donut, moving to be behind his head.

“Are you sleeping sweetheart?” lifting your hands out of the water and moving them to his shoulders, sliding them up and down his shoulders. Head close to the dip of his neck, smiling when you hear him hum softly at the cool water on his skin paired with your soft touch.

“Nearly mein Schatz” his voice gruff and every semblance of his stiff and aggressive demeanor was gone. Lifting one of his hands up to place it on your own, tracing his thumb over your knuckles. As the pads of your fingers gently tickled at his skin you recognized the texture of his scars beneath them.

“I’m kinda jealous… it looks really comfortable” you tease and he chuckles lowly, so low it was more like a vibration in his throat. Using your hand he guides you to move to the side of the floaty, lifting his head to look at you with a gentle and fond gaze. “No need to be jealous. We can share” lifting your hand and leading it under his hood to kiss at the back of it.

You let out a huff and pout “Yeah… I’ll wait for my turn tomorrow” going to swim away but he pulls you back by your hand “Tomorrow? Schatz don’t be foolish! Come on and sit on my lap” using his free hand he reaches over to the edge of the pool with ease and pulls himself and the floaty towards it.

At first you didn’t understand, and wanted to brush off his words but the way he looked at you expectantly, shifting in the floaty to sit more upright, you couldn’t deny or protest. Something about his wide eyed unwavering gaze and inviting prescence was tugging on your heartstrings, this behemoth of a man playing them like a harp.

Pulling yourself up you get out of the pool, standing right where he held onto the edge, fully facing you. With a sheepish grin, teeth showing at how giddy you were feeling you move to turn around. Slowly lowering yourself down before dropping into his lap. Feeling his hands hold your waist to keep you from falling too quickly.

The momentum of the fall pushing the floaty back into the middle of the pool. Slightly squirming on his lap to nestle in comfortably, leaning your head back against his shoulder with a long sigh. Just as you’re about to close your eyes and relax König’s voice draws your attention.

“Nein liebling, other way” feeling his breath against your ear as he speaks, turning your head you look at him and furrow your brows in confusion. Without explaining further his hands grip your waist and lift you up slightly, rotating your body carefully.

You brace your hands on the sides of the donut floaty, your legs hanging over the side as you let him guide you to the position he had in mind. Once you were fully turned, face to face with him, he sat you back down in the dip of his lap.

Then his hands move to your thighs before sliding down to grab onto one of your calves, lifting your right one over his head so each of your legs were resting on the donut next to each side of his hips.

The whole time his eyes were creased, so obvious to you that he was smiling at you, he wouldn’t say it aloud but he was completely enamored. Unable to help the soft pink on your cheeks as your hands rest on his chest; his hands resting on your calves.

“Is that comfortable mein Schatz?” He asks, tilting his head in a way that made your heart tighten. You nod your head and move a hand to his neck, tracing up and down the side of it with your thumb.

“Yeah… It’s perfect König” you say and he hums softly, unable to look away from you. Never feeling more happy about a decision than to take this trip with you. Able to see you out of the stuffy military gear and instead happily sporting flowy clothing, adorable yet fitting shorts with simple tops, and currently an enticing bathing suit.

His hands move to caress your sides, grazing up and down your exposed skin with a gentle touch, the feeling of the pads of his fingers slightly tickling but you wouldn’t stop him. “Absolutely stunning…” he murmured to himself.

Not quiet enough for you not to hear but he didn’t mind that you did, loving the way your thumb stops it’s tracing and your eyes divert to the water. “Stop.” You words unconvincing, made worse by the cheek denting smile his words placed on your lips.

“Nein.” Shaking his head and cupping your cheek, guiding your head to face him once again. “Never. Because it will never stop being true” spoken like a soft prayer, seeing you as the deity worth devoting himself to. Slowly pulling your head towards him, lifting his own as his other hand comes off your thigh, hooking his thumb under the hem of his sniper hood.

Both your hands raise and you brush away the hand at his face, hooking your own thumbs under the fabric and lifting it just enough to expose his lips. Leaning the rest of the way and kissing him gently… ever so softly as your lips meld together effortlessly. Both your eyes closed as you savor this breathtaking moment.

Both physically and metaphorically breathtaking.

Now that both his hands were free, he kept one on your cheek, cupping its entirety in his palm, the other cradling the small of your back fondly. As the kiss continued neither of you wanted to break it, to break this moment of pure tranquil bliss. Yet with a soft chuckle König can't help but comment slyly "This trip is the best thing I’ve ever done” causing you to laugh softly with him.

Opening your eyes and looking down at his lips, able to finally see the smile he had been hiding beneath the fabric. "Oh yeah? I don't think you mean that" you tease, moving your hands to the back of his neck under the hood, seeing how it was hooked onto the bridge of his nose.

After he hums softly, he lets go of your cheek and moves that hand to rest on your back just as his other one did. As he pulls his lips away, his head dips down to your neck "You're right... I don't" kissing just below your jaw as he speaks. His honesty catching you off guard for a moment.

Waiting for him to speak further you could feel him bide his time with his kisses, long and slightly wet as they trail across your throat to the other side of your neck, ending up just below your ear.

"Asking you out was the best thing i've ever done..." his whisper filled with all the loved and adoration in the world. His endearing tone one you've become familiar with and never failing to send an electric shock through you.

"Can't help but mess with me can you?" he simply shakes his head at your words making you let out an amused hum. "You're lucky I love you König" you spoke with a teasing but sincere voice, watching as he moves his head back from your neck. Meeting your gaze once more.

"I know I am... luckiest guy in the world" with heavy eyes he leans his forehead against yours, simply wanting to breath in your presence and you wouldn't even dream of stopping him. "and I love you too."

Every Tuesday afternoon you spent in the same place doing the same thing. Sitting in your corner seat in your favorite cafe waiting for your drink. In fact many of the locals loved to visit this exact cafe, so you often saw the same people walk in and out of the doors. Not really caring, often reading a book or on your phone.

Its then that he walks in, you can tell by his heavy footsteps and his soft sigh as he takes his usual seat in the cafe - preferring the one closer to the window one table from you. You try not to be obvious with your gaze, watching through your lashes as he adjusts his sleeves and then places both his hands in his lap, fingers interlocked before pulling out his phone.

Ever since you started seeing him in this cafe a few months ago, you were infatuated with him. His blonde hair which he appeared to bleach himself, his signature black face mask paired with a skull patterned mask that covered up the bottom half of his face along with most of his neck, his tattoo sleeve that you only got a glimpse of on the hotter days he wore a t-shirt.

What was fascinating is how’d you see him at other places too… at your local grocery store, bank, park, even the bookstore. After a while you came to the conclusion that you had to live in the same area, or that he was simply a ghost haunting you and following you everywhere. With how much you saw him, you began to notice more about him…

Others didn’t dare look at him, let alone sit near him. His whole demeanor radiated authority and power. However rather than feeling threatened, you felt intrigued. Matter of fact… he reminded you of a lieutenant you heard rumors of around your task force. A ruthless and highly trained individual, who wore a similar skull balaclava paired with a skull mask. What a coincidence.

Finally your eyes land back on your book, not wanting him to spot you burning a hole into him with your gaze. Luckily that now gave him his opportunity to do the same, leaning back just enough to glance over the top of his phone and at you without making it obvious he was staring.

He recognized you, remembers seeing you last week at the grocery store and before that having seen you at the library. Wherever he was in the area, his eyes always managed to find you; turning a corner and hearing your familiar hum of a song, spotting your through the windows of restaurants with a friend, even walking through the doors of a store and seeing you already in line with a kind smile.

Maybe it was the familiarity that came with seeing you so often but he couldn’t help but open his mouth whenever you got close, trying to find the words to introduce himself. Yet he never could, just letting you walk off with your steps echoing the sound of his racing heart. Breaking from his thoughts as you flipped the page of your book, he took notice of something on your arm.

Right on your inner forearm, under where you had rolled up your sleeves, he saw a rather familiar symbol. The tip of two wings were showing along with the top a knife handle, he furrowed his brows and became curious. Beginning to devise a plan.

He stands up softly taps the edge of your table “Excuse me dove…” he says and you turn to look at him and giving a kind smile and letting out a soft hum of curiosity, urging him to continue. “Mind if I take some of your sugar?” He points over at the container on the end of your table “Don’t have any on my table” he clarifies further, wanting to appear smooth.

“oh! Yeah, here!” you reach forward and grab it, handing it to him “I don’t need it” you add, suddenly feeling so nervous your mouth feels the need to move and speak. It’s then that he gets a better look at the tattoo, and he smirked under his mask. It was exactly what he thought it was. Sitting on your forearm was a set of wings erupting from a SAS dagger, a banner below it reading ‘Who dares win’ in black ink.

“Would you look at that…” he mumbles softly, but clear enough for you to hear. You just look at him confused, both at his words and the fact that he hadn’t taken the sugar yet. “You a soldier?” He asks and that’s when you notice his gaze wasn’t on the sugar, but on your forearm.

Your eyes shifts down to your tattoo before lifting it back up to look into his eyes. With a soft smile you respond “Sergeant actually…” a bit of pride in your voice. Then using this opportunity to get to know this mysterious gentleman “I’m guessing you serve?” You inquire with a tilt of your head.

He gives you a curt nod, “Spot on” finally reaching forward and taking the sugar container. He holds onto it for the moment and then lifts his right hand, grabbing his jacket and opening it to show you the inner lining where a patch is sown in. It had that same symbol; the SAS dagger and wings. You chuckle softly and then mumble “What are the chances”

Just as you were about to ask his rank and which task force he is a part of, the server told you that your order was ready and simultaneously he received a phone call. You stand up and then smile over at the gentleman “it was nice to meet you…” pausing afterwards as you realized you don’t know his name.

“Callsign Ghost” he spoke with a light chuckle and reaches out his hand. You take it with a small nod “Viper” smiling as you responded. You then pull your hand back “Until next time I guess?” You ask and after he gives you a short nod in response, he walks back to his seat, takes the call, and leaves. Funnily enough not adding any sugar to his drink.

As time passed you continued to see Ghost quite often around the area, always exchanging hellos, checking up on timely things going on in each others lives. Even feeling comfortable to compliment him on his new watch to which he points out your shirt, saying how he didn’t recognize it. Making the effort to check in on each other if the person seems particularly chipper that day.

You should’ve known by how often you saw him that there was a chance you two lived in the same apartment complex. Yet you never saw him there so it was always just a theory in the back of both your and Ghost’s mind.

The first time he sees your there was a few months after you first met, when he was making his way back to his apartment and saw you at the receptionist desk he couldn’t help but be confused. Then becoming intrigued as he noticed you were arguing frantically with the receptionist.

“Look. Lydia is there any way someone can get started on the treatment today. I can’t stay at a hotel for weeks on end!” His brows furrowed at just how agitated you sounded. Spotting a large suitcase next to you along with a few bags. “Yes! I heard you the first time. Just… Is there any other apartment I can stay in?” You were practically pacing and steaming with rage.

“Then can you bring him out here! Seeing as he’s my fucking landlord!” The receptionist walks off for a moment and Ghost continues to observe. When they come back she says something that makes you scoff. You then lean over the desk and shout into the direction the receptionist had walked off to.

“Thank you so much for your help! I really appreciate how empathetic you are about the whole situation you fucking prick” Before stepping away from the desk and sitting at one of the chairs with your things. He chuckles to himself at your sarcasm, walking up to you when you pull out your phone and curse out in frustration.

“Viper?” Your head lifts and you spot Ghost walking up to you, “Hey… Ghost?” you look at him confused but then give him your best attempt at a smile. “I didn’t know you lived here.” He states and you scoff, shaking your head. “Not anymore. The pipes in the apartment above mine broke so there’s water damage everywhere. The landlord kicked me out while they fix it but didn’t give me anywhere else I could stay… so I’m currently homeless” you pinch the bridge of your nose and grumble.

He chuckled dryly “Well shit. I’m not surprised, that asshole never gives in any effort expect when it comes to drinking…” you can’t help but laugh softly at his joke. Ghost feels a butterfly sensation when he heard it, finding pride in lifting your mood ever so slightly.

“Anyone you can stay with? Or a hotel?” He then asks and you shake your head, looking at him and sighing. “No. No one I’d be willing to live with for weeks. And no hotel I’m willing to spend an unknown amount of money on for an indefinite amount of time”

At his soft hum of understanding you just shrug and there’s a comforting silence for a minute. He simply stood there as you aimlessly search through your phone for nearby hotels. “What if you stayed with me?” His words caught you off guard. Thinking he was joking you chuckle and look at him with furrowed brows and a questioning smile.

“What?” You ask and he shrugs, as if what he suggested wasn’t completely out of the blue and naively bold. “Why not? I mean we both are out most days. No point paying the rent for two apartments when neither of us spend most of our time there.” Your shock and skepticism slowly fades as you consider his words.

“Well… you have a point.” You murmur softly and put your phone in your pocket before putting you hands on your hips, looking down at your bags. “Are you sure?” You ask and he just nods, crossing his arms over his chest. “Yeah. Dove, as long as you pay your half and respect my ground rules. It should be just fine. I got a guest room you can use” he explains and you nod at his words.

Then sighing and shrugging dramatically. “Alright! It’s not like I got a better option right now” you smile at him and hear him chuckle dryly. With that he takes one of your bags and throws it over his shoulder, grabbing the handle of your large suitcase and beginning to walk off to the elevator with it. “Come on. The sooner we get there, the sooner you can get settled in” you grin and grab the rest of your things, following after him.

At first you wouldn’t see Ghost that often, having different schedules and both of you immediately heading to your rooms to enjoy your time off. Slowly the two of you ended up seeking out each other’s company. Running into each other in the kitchen and enjoying a nice drink together after a long day.

Roughly two months later, when your apartment was fixed and ready for you to move in again, you spoke to Ghost and both of you agreed it would just be better to stay roommates. Over the next few months getting even closer, ordering food together for dinner, waking each other up in the mornings if one of you were sleeping in, distributing the chores, even going by a first name basis.

-

At this point you’ve been roommates for more than half a year, and it was just as any other day for Ghost. Sitting in a meeting with Captain Price up front telling the team about an upcoming mission. The goal, precautions, sub teams, targets, security, the whole nine yards.

Its then that he’s interrupted by a ringing phone. Ghost immediately cursing to himself as he feels the vibration in his pocket, meeting Price’s unamused gaze. He sighs “Off lieutenant.” To which Ghost nods “On it, sorry Captain” pulling his phone out of his pocket and turning off the ringer.

Not without spotting the unknown number and it’s familiar area code. Right from the area where you and Ghost lived. He noted down in his head to check it out after the meeting.

10 minutes later he walked out of the room, reaching his hand into his pocket and grabbing his phone. Curiosity getting the better of him as he pressed the most recent missed call. Holding the phone to his ear as it rang, leaning against the wall behind him as he waited.

After a few moments there was a click and a kind voice spoke. “Hello, am I speaking with a Simon Riley?” Ghost’s brows immediately furrowed, put at unease by the fact this stranger knew his name. “Who is this?” his tone stern and cautious as he waits for a response. “How’d you get this number?” he asks before the person on the other line could respond.

The voice then clears their throat “Thank you for calling back, this is the Woman’s and Children Highbury Hospital. You were put down as an emergency contact” the name of the hospital immediately registered with him… recognizing it as the hospital just a few blocks down from where you and him lived.

His heart caught in his throat and he stiffened up, now standing up straight looking off into nowhere. “Emergency contact?” he repeated to himself, mumbling so softly he thought the receptionist on the other line hadn’t heard him. Until he spoke.

“Yes sir. By an y/n y/l/n. They were in a severe car collision earlier today and were rushed to the hospital. They had to undergo an emergency surgery and in their files they left you as the emergency contact.” Ghost felt as if he lost the ability to speak. His phone shaking in his hand as the weight of those words sink in.

The voice of the receptionist fading away as he calls out through the phone, trying to get a response or a sign that Ghost was still listening. Realizing that in that moment of time you were lying in a hospital bed, suffering immensely, all alone. Snapping out of his daze as all his attention went to getting to that hospital.

“I’m on my way.” He spoke curtly into the phone, immediately hanging up and rushing to leave the base. Pushing past people without much care as he simply regarded them as obstacles in his way, stopping him from getting to you. As he rushed to the hospital, his mind was a storm he couldn’t manage to contain. Emotions running rampant.

Ghost never fully took the time to reflect on how he felt about you. Only knowing he enjoyed your company and couldn’t help but relax his reserved demeanor around you. Never feeling judged by you, or needing to explain anything about his past or why he acted the way he did.

Yet… as he rushed over to the hospital all he could think about was what he would’ve done if you hadn’t survived the accident. How he would’ve returned home to an empty apartment… fragments of you all around him. The photos you hung up to ‘add more life’ to the walls. Or the carpet you bought for an outrageous price just because ‘the woman who made it was so nice’.

How he would’ve never been able to share another drink with you… or argue about takeout ever again… never heard you singing to yourself while doing the chores. All those things that lifted his mood, he would’ve lost them all. If he had lost you… his closest friend and roommate.

His mind continued to fall down that rabbit hole of ‘what if’ and the more upset he got at the idea of you not longer being around, the more he realized just how much you meant to him.

Considering the idea that maybe he loved you more than a friend… cared for you so much that the mere idea of you being in pain made his knees weak. And the idea of you no longer being around had his body about ready to collapse in on itself.

How he managed to make it to the hospital without breaking down, he wasn’t quite sure. As he bursts through the doors he ignores the judgmental glances he gets. Rushing up to the receptionist desk in the lobby, the man behind it terrified at first at the sight of Ghost, still in his uniform and wearing his skull mask, rushing at him.

Ghosts hand gripped at the counter “Which room is y/n y/l/n in?!” although his voice was low and gruff the softness and worry behind it was enough for the receptionist to regain his focus. Eyes blinking and clearing his throat as he asks “A-and who are you sir?” looking at his screen as he awaits his response.

“Gho-…. Simon. Riley” he corrected watching the receptionist double check the information. “The emergency contact” he clarifies further, tapping his fingers anxiously and impatiently on the desk as he looks around, seeing people on crutches, injured, and bleeding. Images of you in that state making him close his eyes, just needing to see you. Alive and breathing.

The receptionist then nods his head and looks up at him again. “They’re in room 32 on the third floor, but I’ll warn you they-“ before he could finish his statement Ghost mumbled a thank you and was bolting down the hall. Straight past the elevator and rushing up the stairs skipping over steps with pounding footsteps.

Eyes spotting the room number at the end of the hall, and just as he was a foot away from the door, mere meters away from you… a doctor opened it and walked out. She looked up and Ghost halted to a stop as to not run into her.

“Ah. You must be Simon” giving him a sympathetic smile. Ghost could feel his heart pounding and his eyes kept flitting to the door “Y-yeah” he says quickly before trying to move past the doctor and through the door. Surprised when she steps in front of him blocking his path.

“Don’t worry. You’ll be able to see them in a moment” he looked at her with disbelief, eyes wide… how dare she keep him from you for a second longer. She then speaks before he can protest “I just want to warn you of the state they’re in…” and with those words he thinks better than to just burst in through the door.

Grumbling under his breath but turning his gaze back to the doctor, letting her know he was listening. She continued “They’re alive but asleep at the moment” just those two first words enough to make his shoulders relax, and he swore his vision went hazy at the relief that flooded through him.

“They are, however, suffering from major bruising, multiple broken ribs, a fractured wrist, and a broken foot” her face sympathetic as she spoke, gauging his reaction. With every diagnosis his heart twisted that little bit more. Repeating to himself in his mind ‘At least they’re alive. At least they’re still here’ like a mantra, trying to focus on the ever so slight silver lining.

‘At least it’s not too late’

The doctor then finally steps aside, calmly advising him “I recommend you take a deep breath. They’re very emotionally vulnerable right now and we want to avoid stressing them out as much as possible” Ghost was more than ready to ignore that advice but at the thought of stressing you out, and remembering what he’s learned about how important it is not to panic in high stress situations, he pauses and gives a slight nod.

The doctor gives one final nod in return and then leaves. Simon takes a deep breath and with a shaking hand reaches for the doorknob. Gripping it and just holding it for a few seconds before finally finding the strength to turn it and walk inside.

There you were… lying practically lifeless on the hospital bed. Only sign of life the beeping of the heart monitor. Covered in white bandages which contrasted the deep purple bruises across your skin. His eyes continued to trace over your sleeping figure, noting the few gashes in your skin, the one on your calf even decorated with stitching.

You looked awful… it made him sick and he almost went looking for a trash can as he felt vomit threaten to make its way up his throat. He steps closer, moving to kneel on the floor next to the bed, eyes welling up in joy as he finally sees you… finally has proof that he didn’t lose you.

Eyes focused on the rise and fall of your chest and in the silence of the room… in the steady beeping of the monitor… he was finally able to organize his thoughts. Questioning himself on why he felt his world shatter when the hospital called him, why he was crying underneath his mask at the sight of you, why he could physically feel pain in his chest.

Then his eyes drifted up to your face, and even with the cuts and bruises on your face you still made his heart skip. He found himself tracing your every feature with his gaze, as if trying to map it out in his head. He’s never been this close to you before and in this moment he realized why… he couldn’t handle being this close to you.

It was as if he could feel his body physically melt next to you, hand reaching for yours before gently holding it, hoping it would keep him from dissolving into a puddle. Cursing to himself he rested his forehead against your hand and closed his eyes.

He loved you. Simon Riley really fucking loved you.

Never fully considering it before today… too afraid to even think about his feelings towards you. Yet now he regretted every day he didn’t tell you he loved you. Didn’t tell you how much you meant to him. This felt like another chance for him.

Another chance for him to share his true feelings with you because he just couldn’t lose you. Especially not without you knowing how much he loved you first. How he’d be willing to take every single one of your wounds on as his own just so you don’t have to suffer like this.