You didn't know what to expect from the transfer to KorTac, from what Laswell said there were mostly betas with the exception of two alphas: Konig and Nikto. Except for the fact that after being captured and tortured Nikto's scent glands ended up so severely damaged due to acid burns that he doesn't have a smell anymore. Losing one's scent was equal to losing a part of your identity, you still had your scent at least, not that you were able to feel anything, but the knowledge of its existence was a small comfort. After being discharged you remember frantically looking through your closet in the hopes of finding anything that might make you smell something familiar, but it was no use. That night you laid in bed rubbing your scent glands raw in the hopes that maybe just for a moment you might feel something. You had to stop when the medic threatened to patch them off completely.
There was some talk around the base about Price and the other contesting your transfer, you don't know if it was true and at that point didn't really care anymore. Johnny tried making one last attempt to try and talk to you, but you screamed at him to get away from you. It's hard to say if your outburst or the sight of the destroyed nest was what made him go away. You spend the next few weeks in a state of hypervigilance, not trusting your instincts anymore, instead obsessively checking for microexpressions, nervous tics or tone changes everytime you have to talk with someone. It is stressful and exhausting, but it's the only way to put your mind at ease.
The first thing you feel when meeting KorTac is panic, they're all wearing some kind of masks, the one called Horangi even has sunglasses on. The introduction goes really awkward and you debate if it's too soon to contact Laswell again or if you should just hand in your resignation and save her the paperwork. But then things start going in another direction when they invite you for a movie night as a bonding activity. Which goes surprisingly well, watching Konig cook while scolding Horangi everytime he catches him snacking on ingredients and when he sneaks you a couple of pieces of carrots while winking conspirationally you can't help but smile a little.
There's a silent understanding between you and Nikto, he's the first to sense any small change in your behaviour, always somewhere close. This time there's always one of them watching your back and nobody is left behind. You see the 141 a few more times when the two tasks need to collaborate and anytime one of them tried talking to you one of your teamates, usually Horangi, would just wisk you away to try another of Konig's recipes. You lost count to how many staring contest Ghost and Nikto had, none of them saying anything, not blinking, you're not sure if half the time they were even breathing.
When Gaz's foot gets stucked under a piece of concrete when the wall collapses you're the first person to arrive there and by the time Price and Soap get there you're half carrying Gaz out of the building. Right before the medic takes him away he asks why did you do that to which you answer simply:
"I'm not gonna let people get hurt because of personal grudges."
There's a shadow of shame falling over their faces, but you're already going back with Nikto to the base, Price's raised hand remains still for a moment, the words on the tip of his tongue, but you're already gone.
You start a treatment to slowly regain your sense of smell, but the process is tedious and frustrating, the medication tastes terrible and sometimes it makes you nauseous. You're not sure when the guys start carrying candy around with them so you always have a sweet treat right after the last pill. Konig even brings some fancy chocolate that Horangi tries to steal from only half of the time, none of them ever gets the last piece, instead presenting it to you like some kind of prize.
After a mission that almost goes wrong, you wake up in the infirmary, your teamates sitting around on uncomfortable chairs, rising up at the first sign you're conscious. Despite his severe social anxiety Konig takes off his mask, his hands holding your face and encouraging you to look him in the eyes so you know he's not lying. Nikto brings your hand to his chest, feeling his heart beating eratically:
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the pads of his fingers traced delicate patterns on your side, hands gently feeling the smooth skin. you leaned into his embrace and moved one of your hands to tangle in his hair, your fingers beginning to massage his scalp. he hummed quietly and leaned into your touch while his eyes fluttered shut
"feels good," he murmured, gently squeezing your side with his fingers. your gaze slid over his content expression, and you moved down to press a sweet, lasting kiss to his forehead. his soft hum of satisfaction urged you to continue. you moved your slow, tender kisses from his forehead to his nose, his cheeks, his chin, making sure to kiss and caress his entire face, until you pressed a final, lingering kiss to his lips before gently pulling away
once he noticed that your lips lost contact, his eyes lazily opened and met yours, and your breath caught in your throat at how he looked at you. "come back," he mumbled softly, moving one of his hands from your waist to cup your jaw in the process. he brought your face closer to his and ran his thumb along your cheek. you sighed and looked back at him, a subtle smile on your lips before you let him do it
he positioned himself above you and soon had you pinned beneath him on the bed, legs spread as he leaned in, crushing his mouth against yours. his body pressed against yours, still holding your jaw as he kissed you. his crotch met your thigh, moving slowly against it. you let out a soft moan as he moved his hips forward against your cunt, eyes shut when he slipped his tongue to tangle with yours. he moved slowly, feeling himself grow hard
he broke the kiss, a string of saliva connecting your mouths as he leaned in toward your neck, nuzzling his head against you. his teeth grazed the skin, still grinding into you with pressure, the outline of his cock straining against his pants. he sucked on your skin, a quiet whine escaping your lips. you felt him increase the pressure of his movements, his bulge shifting just right against you. you pulled him in, legs wrapping around his hips, making him press even closer
Loser!König who’s guilt ridden whenever Boyfriend!Horangi brings you around. he can’t help but fantasize about you, imagining what it’d be like if you clung to his arm instead of Horangi’s. he feels like a creep, palms sweaty whenever you talk to him. he prays whatever these… feelings are go away. it eats him up to picture you with him in front of Horangi, shame making his chest tight
Boyfriend!Horangi who picks up on Loser!König’s crush immediately. he knows his Colonel, but, more importantly, he knows his friend. for all his bravado on the job, Horangi knows König is quick to shy away off the clock. he catches the way he stares at you, beyond unsubtle, frankly. you pick up on it too, biting back smiles whenever König nervously stammers around you, hands twitchy as he gestures. whenever König flees to the bathroom or to grab a drink you and Horangi side-eye each other
Tiger Hybrid!Horangi whining as you grab his tail, he's sat on your lap nosing your pulse point as he cockwarms you.
He's by no means small or lithe─ broad-shouldered, muscled thighs on either side of your hips, hands clawing at the front of your shirt. He is heavy enough to make your legs tingle with numbness after two-to-three hours of this.
Whenever he shifts you scold him, his rounded ears pinning themselves down against his head as he looks at you with a pitiful expression.
How can you expect him to stay put when all he wants is to feel all of you? The drag of your cock against his walls as he bounces on your lap and loses himself to his base desires.
You can't be that cruel, right? You'll let him move soon. He's been so good for you.
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May we have some more König if that is alright? (I like the way you draw him a lot) I don’t care if it is just headcanons or art, I am fine with anything
I have to say I’m not immune against the squid monster König propaganda it’s so cute
┊𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 : he shouldn't have any say in what you do... so then why does seeing you with this guy piss him off so much?
┊𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 : könig, ghost, soap, gaz, price, horangi x operator!gn!reader
┊𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 : jealousy, unestablished relationships, swearing, hints of 'unwarranted' possessiveness
┊𝐚/𝐧 : thought i was dead?-heh
▹ König
König's day was going just about the same as every other, dull and moving through the halls of KorTac's base with purpose. Always a head taller than everyone, his mask hiding everything but the cold, tired eyes behind it. The bases' personnel and operators move by him in a blur, people parting instinctively to let him move past... nothing quite interesting until he hears a familiar laugh, like the sound of bells to his ears.
His head immediately turns to the right, and sure enough, there you are: a lingering smile brightening up your eyes, talking to a group of soldiers.
He watches the brief exchange that occurs in a matter of seconds.
You playfully shove a handsome man next to you, who shares your laugh, his face full of unbridled adoration, like a puppies. And when you turn to leave with a shake of your head, the man pipes up, watching you go. "See ya around then, babe."
The nickname sends a cold zing up the Colonel's spine, his whole body tensing in a manner that leaves him stunned; as if he'd been slapped in the face by that simple word. Unable to digest the new, ugly emotion swirling in the pit of his stomach, he just-stands there, wondering why the fuck that just got on his nerves. His fists balled so tightly that his gloves strain and the fabric squeaks in protest.
▹ Simon "Ghost" Riley
The mission was over, for now.
The Lieutenant had seen you take a hit out there, nothing too serious, but in the buzz and frantic 'running arounds' of medics and soldiers after the extraction helo had landed... he was going to check up on you.
It hardly took a moment before Ghost had caught up to where you were.
Rounding the corner, the tall masked man paused at the sight.
"Should be nothing to worry about," the medic assured you, the two of you sat facing each other, in your own little bubble as the man gently cleaned up a small gash at your hairline, his hand holding yours for comfort.
"Wouldn't want to leave a scar on a face like yours," the medic beamed with natural charm and a set of pearly teeth.
Ghosts hand clamped onto the mans shoulder before he could really think, gloved fingers digging in a little too tightly.
"It's just a fucking cut," his deep voice gritted out, effectively dismissing the medic who nodded and quickly stood up to leave.
Ghost watched him like a hawk, brown eyes searing into the flesh of the man until he was effectively out of view. Subtly, with him gone, the Lieutenant relaxed now left with an awkward unnamed air between the two of you.
He folded his arms over his chest and sighed, glancing down at you with a keenly softer look, "...Want me to help you with that?" He finally, begrudgingly asked. He had sent the medic away for fucks sake. Brilliant.
▹ John "Soap" MacTavish
Dirt from the hangar's tarmac crunched under his boots with a soft crunch.
For the next couple of missions, Soap was set to be working quiet closely with you and a few others. Something MacTavish was aware of, and quite honestly, looking forward to.
There was a sort of enthusiastic smile lingering on his face as he walked towards the truck. The engines were already rumbling to life, soldiers and the drivers clambering up and settling in the back.
It was then that he spotted you, and his grin only grew wider, mouth opening to greet you and get your attention... until he saw it clear as day.
As you turned your head towards the truck, ready to step up into the back and unaware of his gaze... he saw a little red mark just above your pulse point.
The Sergeant nearly stopped, legs tensing as he walked, his natural smile faltering for the briefest of moments until you turned your head towards him and like a light, it returned as if it was never gone.
"Lookin' forward to the mission?" He asked, lips curling into a grin that hid the small vein of annoyance on his temple.
When you looked away again, his blue eyes flickered down to the hickey on your skin, the grip on his gun tightening ever so softly as he hopped into the truck after you. Sure to sit close enough that his thigh pressed against yours. And god he couldn't look away from that stain on your skin for the life of him, a firm, uncharacteristic line forming between his brows whenever you weren't looking.
▹ Kyle "Gaz" Garrick
The Captain had told everyone to check their ammo and weapons before they headed out.
Gaz, holding no argument, went to do just that, happy to see you standing under the tent with your gun in hand. He watched subtly as he approached, the way your fingers seemed to float over the metal as you inspected your gun, eyes narrowed calmly in concentration. It was a sight that never got old.
"Got what you need?" He chirped up, standing next to you and pausing in front of the table of weapons.
There was an unfamiliar flicker of color dangling from the side of your gun.
A little silver charm of a bullet with something inscribed on it.
He recognized the thing almost immediately. A weapon charm; sure tons of soldiers decided to keep a little 'lucky' one with them, but this one in particular...
Well, the last time he saw this one, it had been on the gun of another soldier he had seen you talking to not a week ago.
So why the hell did you have it?
Gaz cleared his throat and pulled his gaze away, picking up a gun and slamming the clip into the gun with a loud click, suddenly riled up a bit.
"Think that little trinkets gonna bring ya luck?" He teased with a handsome grin, annoyance hidden beneath his light tone.
"Don't worry, you got me with you," he grinned and forced himself to walk away as if the damned thing hanging off your gun and the man who must've given it to you didn't secretly irk him.
▹ John Price
The Captain, for one reason or another was looking for you. Needed a quick talk before the next mission Laswell would be sending you all on.
He knew where to find you, of course, and made his way over with purpose. He paused a bit when he saw you standing next to a young man, about the same age as you, who he'd never seen before.
Odd, since the two of you seemed as thick as thieves. Laughing, gently pushing each other and excitedly chatting about things he couldn't quite understand the context of. A shared joke or old memory, Price assumed as he got closer to the pair of you.
Closer now, the man's face seemed... vaguely familiar, but nothing important immediately came to mind. Until the young bucks eyes fell down to yours with a soft adoration.
Like a light, he had connected the dots then.
He had seen that same expression in a photo you showed to him once, a picture of you and some other rookies back when you first enlisted... back when Price hadn't known you.
"Ah, sorry to cut in but-" The Captain began, clearing his throat with a kind smile that belied the gnawing at his chest from the sight of you getting along so easily with...
He sighed internally, clearly not sorry from cutting in on your little 'reunion' that was too friendly by his standards.
"I'm afraid we'll have to save introductions for some other time," he mused dryly, gloved hands resting on the straps of his vest before he nodded his head to the side, signalling for you to come along with him. Far away, hopefully.
"You're taking up my teams time," the Captains gruff voice cut through with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes, 'half-joking' with your... old friend.
Before either of you could say anything, Price had already started walking, his hand hovering over your shoulder, urging you to turn around and walk with him. Gritting his teeth through a strained smile.
▹ Kim "Horangi" Hong-jin
He could hardly take it anymore.
There was always this... slimy feeling in his chest whenever he caught a glimpse of you.
Well-not you exactly-but you and that damned- He stopped himself and sucked in a deep, forced breath through his teeth.
Although no one could see his face, everyone around him sensed the tension rolling off him in droves. Muscles tight, grumpy, and currently: swearing in Korean curses under his breath.
His eyes, though covered by dark lenses, stared straight ahead at a sight that shouldn't have disturbed him as much as it did.
There, sitting across the room you sat with a new operator. A man who had barely worked with you for all of a month, yet here you two were: sitting shoulder to shoulder, finding out you had more and more in common because you both came from the same country.
His eyes narrowed slightly gaze flickering to the same flag patch that sat on your uniform and his. Matching.
Horangi had no right to be jealous, he knew it, but he also knew that for whatever reason... he was.
His eyes flickered to the floor, sitting with his elbows propped on his knees, grumbling some more to himself with a heated sigh.
What the hell was he going to do about this? Millions of ideas started flickering in his minds eye, massaging his knuckles as a plan threatened to take shape.
König, in all his pasty white glory, got to break out his red and white striped board shorts, looking almost inappropriately small with how much thigh was on display. You just hoped Horangi's sunglasses were polarized for how much he stared at the bright white skin. Thankfully, he had opted for a much easier-on-the-eyes look of some dark green board shorts. The clashing coloration of the men at least helped identify which one of 'em kept falling off the boogie board at the wave break. You and Nikto had been relegated to taking score.
Krueger (to no one's surprise) was rocking an army green speedo, claiming it really brought out his skintone, which was only slightly more tanned than König. After being scolded for running off to the tidal areas without shoes ("My feet are too solid for any urchins to get me liebling"), he was handed a small hand-shovel and promptly got to work digging a hole into the sand. You would have teased, but it kept him from attempting to bury Nikto or messing with your books, so you kept quiet with a large grin on your face.
Nikto, shockingly enough, was willing to let you "dress him" today (as he so lovingly put it). It's not like you could bring him to the beach in his usual full suit or barracks set. You were already getting enough glances from some of the other beachgoers for somehow being the one to wrangle all of these grown men. So instead, he got clad in some grey trunks, one of his black undershirts, his typical hard faceplate backlava, and an outrageously big straw sunhat. Definitely one of the strangest looks he's ever worn, but he's comfortable enough to be actually enjoying the day, reading a book, and laughing along to your comments on the boys' posture on their board.
And you get to enjoy the sun without having the threat of putting someone back together. At least until Krueger decides to sneak off to join the two boogie boys. The industrial-strength aloe vera sits snuggly at the top of the beach bag, that particular problem long forgotten in the soothing sounds of waves crashing onto soft sand.
