#witty reader

"If you want it off of me you'll have to find another tactic. Or do you rather have Garrick do the unwrapping?" You grinned turning around to face him properly, your lipgloss shining under the dim light of the lamp near the vanity made his chocolate eyes melt at the sight. Ghost licked his lips under his mask, a mere reflection of what he had in mind to do to you if it wasn't for-

"That's unprofessional, and i'm your lieutenant. I told ya too many fucking times. But, hey, dream all y' like..."

"I am sooo thankful that you remind me, dear lieutenant..." You said sarcastically with a dramatic gesture lifting your hand to your head as if you were about to faint and he had saved you with his idiotic words. "But could you please repeat that without a..."

Your finger points to his lower side, he squints confused before looking at where you were pointing, his cargo pants held a gigantic tent he was quick to cover with a pillow before he leans forwards petrified in embarrassment. You laughed amused and impressed at the sight, but for Ghost you were just mocking him cruelly. You were just a horny vixen who took great pleasure on toying around with his carnal desires, often seducing him on purpose just to get a reaction such as this one. He was red in embarrassment and anger, and it only increased when your pretty laugh slowly died and you, for once, decided to stay in silence.

Ghost stood up abruptly. "I see yer ready. I'll warn Price to hurry the fuck up..." But the following words died on his mouth.

You were standing with a soft smile, the beautiful red dress you were wearing hanged limply by your hips as your arms hid your breasts.

"I forgot I didn't zip it and it just..." You shrugged playing clueless "it fell."

Ghost was petrified in place, his wide eyes ate up every detail he could get of your naked chest even though your pretty breasts were hidden. His hard-on worsened.

"Y'need a hand...?" He mustered.

"Among other things..."

Your lieutenant dropped the pillow to the floor missing the bed, he walked up to you in slow, measured steps giving you time to stop this game you just started like you always did, but to his surprise. You did not. You looked up at him, pupils dilated giving him full permission to turn you around with his big rough hands, he moved your hair to your front with his index finger. The moment you were facing the mirror, Ghost was about to lift the sleeves of your dress until your arms unraveled from your chest, his eyes, trained to pick any movement, caught the moment your tits bounced in place by the mirror. His breathing was heavy, slightly uneven and so was yours.

His hands dropped the piece of clothing in other to caress the skin of your back until he reached your ribcage right under your breasts. Again, he waited for you to move away, to stop this game YOU started, but instead you purred tilting your head to the side feeling his burning mask lean against the delicate skin of your neck, he inhaled your perfume, thumbs poking the underside of your tits until your small hands went to lift his to properly hold them, Ghost was quick to firmly massage the surface, your pebbled nipples held such a beautiful shade of color that contrasted with his black skeleton gloves, he wanted to suck them, he wanted to do things he wasn't supposed to.

In that moment Simon realized that the times he spent explaining you how inappropriate it was to flirt with colleagues in this line of work (specially superiors), he truly wasn't trying to warn you, he was trying to convince himself this wouldn't happen because it wasn't well seen. But... But who the fuck cares, really?

"Simon..." You sighed his name and his cock twitched on his pants. "Take these off... It's bad manners to touch a lady this way wearing gloves..."

"You a lady?" He humored.

"Have you seen a gentleman with these tits?"

His chest rumbled with a chuckle, hips making a slow involuntary thrust against your clothed ass seeking friction, you obliged offering your bum for him to thrust on, he hissed in pleasure.

"You'd be surprised..."

You gasped and chuckled "Simon Riley!..."

He quickly turned you around then, big hands roughly grabbed your ass pressing your naked chest against his with a dark but mischievous glint on his eyes reflecting yours. "Wanna compare sizes?"

"Are you for real right now, lieutenant?"

You asked with all the humour in you. But Ghost did not waver taking his shirt off with one swift tug upwards revealing his muscular torso to you, a litter of scars made it the more eye-catching. You stood there looking up at him in awe before your hand pushed him to the bed, he allowed you this, huffing when he dropped to the soft surface, the cold sheets made his skin erupt in goosebumps. His hard, clothed cock created a tent that pressed against his abs when he incorporated a little seating with his arms behind him supporting himself.

"I can't believe I've never seen your face and the first thing you wanna show me is the size of your tits."

"Pectorals." He corrected.

"Those are BOOBS, call them however you like but oh my god..."

You weren't one to complain, positioning yourself in between his legs to climb to the mountain of muscles that composed his body. He smiled under his mask looking at you fondly and helping you wrap your legs around his waist sitting yourself right on his leaking boner. He was enjoying this. You could see it, feel it poking at your panties...

You kiss his masked jaw, one arm around his shoulder and the other hand massages his chest, feeling his gigantic pectorals and the very small pink nipples that adorned both tips. Ghost threw his head back with a sigh angling his head so that you'd keep your soft ministrations with your lips. Kiss, lick, bite, repeat. The way your fingers worked magic on his chest and how your mouth mauled on his skin made your lieutenant grow desperate for more, he still couldn't believe this was happening. His heaving chest shivered in delight, his mouth was half open letting out soft sounds you never thought you'd hear from your lieutenant until he snapped, he flips you under him, the fire within your bodies roaring in waves of desire, a desire denied no longer.

Ghost hovered over you, eyes black with how dilated his pupils were, his hips thrust against yours, dry humping your cunt like a dog in heat. Your lips part with a moan, delicate hands lift to his face waiting for his permission, he gives you a short nod to lift his mask when an abrupt knock on the door startles you.

Ghost sighs, one of his hands take your wrist as the other supports his weight as not to crush you.

"I'M NOT 'ERE!" You yell annoyed.

"Come on (Y/n)!" Gaz's voice sounds from outside "Price is gettin' pissed... And we can't find Ghost or Soap! The event is about to start, I'm already suited up-"

"Alright, alright, Garrick-...Just gimme a moment..."

You crawl from under Ghost, stand up, ready your dress leaving the back unzipped and trot to the small hall, Ghost was watching you as you did this until he saw you were about to open the fucking door. It was comical the way your lieutenant jumped from the bed hurrying to put his shirt on and adjust his boner from under his pants so he wouldn't poke Gaz's eye out when the poor Brit was greeted by the sight of your prettied self standing all proud and smiley and your lieutenant nervously fidgeting on the spot in front the bed.

Gaz stares in silence.

"Zip my dress Gaz! What the hell are you doing gawking like a school boy? There's a party we gotta attend to."

He shakes his head incredulous, gets behind you ignoring the heated stare Ghost was shooting him from the other side of the room and swiftly zips your dress.

"See? Now I'm ready and I had found Ghost, I solved you two problems."

"Three-..." An all too familiar voice came behind you. The bathroom door opens, Soap was staring just as incredulous with a look that resembled the one hundred yards stare.

Ghost barks "HOW LONG HAVE YOU BEEN THERE!?"

Soap replies unfeeling, with no emotion, like a robot or a traumatized husk of a man "This was my room..."

You flinch leaving the place practically throwing yourself out the door with a "JESUS CHRIST -!"

Gaz flinches then at the same time following behind with a squint. "FUCKING-....Close the god-damned door Johnny!" Ghost snarled this time.

"I have a sensitive stomach olrigh'!? And y'all were doing nasty things and I didn't know what to do and a' was locked with ma' shit for half an hour... I FLUSHED OKAY!?" Soap had the gal to play offended. "If it wasn't for Gaz I would have died gassed." He jested, and the tall brit had enough, smacking the wall and storming out frustrated as hell.

Just when he was reaching the jackpot, the jungle he has for a team had to ruin everything.

You are no different. You might not be wearing hunting clothes or having a gun strapped to you, but sitting in that caravan in your clothes from two days ago with the lifesaving backpack between your legs on the floor, you feel just as melancholy as the others. Your foot won’t stop tapping. You bit of almost all of your nails and was starting to ogle your hair next.

‘Hey.’

You get startled from your thoughts. You look up to see no one other than Eddie ‘the freak’ Munson sitting across from you at the tiny table. Most of the others are gathered on the sofa in the back, or sitting near the front with Steve and Nancy.

‘Hey,’ you try to say without showing how terrified you were. It didn’t work.

‘It’s a pretty messed up situation huh?’ Eddie says, his voice wavering like yours.

You nod in response, not trusting your voice.

He cocks his head to the side in a comical way. ‘You know Y/N, I can’t figure it out.’

‘Can’t figure what out?’ you ask intrigued.

‘Why you are still here,’ he shrugs, looking up at the ceiling of the caravan before looking back into your eyes. ‘Me? I’m a fugitive. I don’t have a choice. You do.’ Suddenly he leans over the table to be as close to you as he could. He whispers: ‘I would run if I were in your shoes.’

His face is right in front of yours. Because he doesn’t want the others to hear his cowardly confession, you tell yourself. That didn’t stop your heart from beating faster though. To make matters worse he winks and smiles before sitting back down.

You clear your throat, not entirely sure why you react so strongly to him. ‘Well, if I run now the fate of Hawkins is down to, who? You?’ you say, your voice laced with sarcasm. ‘We can’t have that, can we?’

It makes him smile. Somehow that makes you smile.

‘Besides, I owe it to you all. You saved my life,’ you state like it is the most obvious thing in the world. And it is true. Two days ago you drove down the road where Fred Benson died when you saw it. Cracks running through the asphalt, spilling ominous red light from it. And you know you shouldn’t have pulled over, put your hand through the membrane and released a small flock of bats from hell…but hey. Curiosity hadn’t killed the cat yet.

When you ran into the woods, screaming and flailing wildly you ended up running into a group of people you knew from when you were in school. Dustin was the first one you ran into. All you had to do was scream ‘Monsters!’ and suddenly Steve Harrington was swinging a baseball bat with nails around. To your utter surprise Eddie was with them, the guy who had gone missing since Chrissy had died in his trailer. The guy who should have graduated High School in the same year as you but insisted on pissing off teachers and so was still waiting for his diploma. The guy who, if you were completely honest, was someone you had always admired for his bravery.

Eddie had pulled you out of the way before one of the bats could attack you. Before long all the creatures were dead and you were covered in their black slimy blood.

‘You don’t have to be brave you know,’ Eddie says quietly, waking you up out of another deep thought. ‘I mean, all I have done these past days is run. I’m not proud of it, but I’m still alive and not in jail. So you shouldn’t feel bad if you still want to leave.’

You shake your head. Your hands reach out to take his. His hands are so much bigger, you hardly covered all of it. The back of his cool metal rings are poking in your skin. His hands are very warm and seem to shake just a bit. ‘Eddie I’m not leaving you guys. I’m not even going to fight. I’m here to heal. I pray to God I won’t be needed, but if things go wrong with Max I want to be there.’

Eddie is nodding. ‘Yeah, okay. But don’t do anything stupid okay? Let Nancy and Steve be the heroes.’

You chuckle. ‘I promise.’

Your hands are still covering his. You slightly stroke your thumb across his skin. The both of you are staring at your hands on the table, a funny feeling starting in your chest. Then the caravan stops.

‘First stop: the Creel house,’ Steve calls out.

Reluctantly you withdraw your hands from Eddie’s. He looks up at you as you stand, with those big brown eyes of his. You hadn’t really noticed how lovely his eyes were before, but now it is hard to look away. You wink at him, grab your bag and step out of the vehicle.

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You had been ready to fight off bats, but not the Hawkins High Tigers.

‘Get off me!’ Erica yells as she was tackled to the ground by a guy twice her size.

‘Erica!’ you call out as you rush over to her side. Unfortunately for you, you hadn’t seen the other guy. He tackles you to the ground, making your back hit the ground painfully.

‘L/N? What is the nurse doing here?’ he spits.

You feel a fire burning within you. You scream as you push your knee into his crotch as hard as you can. He yelps in pain and lets go. ‘For the millionth time, I’m going to be a doctor!’ you shout.

He falls over, still clutching his private parts. You aren’t a violent person. You believe in healing people and would never intentionally hurt anyone. But with everything going on in Hawkins, you decided to take a self-defense class last year. Right now it is paying off.  

You rush over to Erica and her attacker. Here you place a punch perfectly to the temple of the guy holding her down. He falls over, knocked out.

‘Thanks,’ Erica pants as you help her up. ‘Something is wrong we should-,’

‘CODE RED! I REPEAT CODE RED!’

You and Erica both eye the radio. ‘Shit.’

‘ERICA! Please respond! I need help! Now!’

‘Dustin,’ you say calmly, ‘We’re here. What’s wrong?’

‘Oh Y/N we need you! Eddie he…he went back in alone! We were supposed to run but-but he wanted to buy you guys more time and-and…’

You look up at the creepy house, knowing that Max is inside, dealing with Vecna in her mind. You make your decision.

‘I’m on my way. Stay there Dustin! Don’t go after him!’

You throw the radio towards Erica, sling the backpack full of medical stuff over your shoulder and start to run. You don’t have bikes or cars around that you could use. All you can do is run as fast as your feet can carry you.

Everything was a blur after that until you reach the trailer. You burst in through the door and find a frantic Dustin.

‘We need to help him!’ he shouts at you.

You look up to see the gaping hole in the ceiling. The rope is gone but there is a chair right underneath it on your side.

‘I’ll go first,’ you say as you take steps back from the chair.

‘You might break something,’ Dustin points out.

You don’t acknowledge this. You run towards the chair, grab the ceiling and sling yourself through the gate. You do fall badly and probably sprain your ankle, but it does not feel broken. You quickly place the mattrass back so Dustin will be okay.

The two of you race into the Upside Down. A swarm of demobats is circling something like a tornado. Upon closer inspection you see that it is Eddie.

‘Eddie!’ Dustin shouts, tears in his eyes.

It doesn’t look good for Eddie. As you watch he loses his shield. The creatures are closing in. You waste no time. You take the spear from Dustin’s shaking hands and charge right into the middle of the storm. One of the bats is about to attack Eddie’s neck, going for the artery. You grab its tail, swing it around into some of the other bats before forcing it to the ground where you spear it.

‘Like hell you will,’ you pant, standing over the remains of your kill.

‘What are you doing here?!’ Eddie shouts once he notices you.

Saving you, you want to say, but there is no time. The pests keep coming. You give it your all to protect the both of you. Eddie gets a chance to pick up his shield and is now defending you too. Back to back the both of you keep the bats at a distance.

‘Arggh!’

You gasp at the sickening sound of tearing flesh. Behind you, you can see how Eddie is fighting to get a bat away from his abdomen. It has its teeth in his flesh and tries to take a bite out of him. Your spear is no use so close, but Eddie still has a small knife strapped to his belt. Your hand slips around it, touching his skin where his shirt had ridden up. You try not to get distracted by the skin-on-skin contact when you grab the knife. Then you stab it in the bat its back.

It lets go and falls to the ground. However, this maneuver had cost too much time. The bats are on you now, claws in your back, wings stuck in your hair.

‘Y/N!’ Eddie roars as he tries to get the suckers off you. It is a domino-effect. Once the first attack was placed every other sneaks past your defenses. It does not look good for the both of you.

‘I can’t…hold them off,’ you say out of breath. You wince as another bites in your calf.

‘I got you,’ Eddie pants as he rips another bat off you. ‘I got you.’

And you wish that he did, but Eddie was losing a lot of blood. Even in the blueish hue of the Upside Down you could see how pale he is. He won’t be standing on his feet for much longer.

Then there comes a strange sound. It pierces through the sound of flapping wings and shrieks. The two of you look up to see the brave Dustin Henderson charging in the middle of the storm. He is holding the bat that Steve had used before and hacks in on the swarm.

‘Dustin!’ you both shout in concern and surprise.

‘Shut up and help MEeee!’ Dustin shrieks, his voice skipping.

Now it is three of you with your advantage back. However you don’t like your odds. You had killed a couple of bats, but there are hundreds more. Eddie is already slipping. Shit, we’re going to die.

Then, like lighting struck, all the bats fall dead to the ground. No delay, no withering. They just drop dead in front of your feet.

‘What?!’ you shout, not knowing how to feel. What if they got back up?

‘It’s working! They got to Vecna,’ Dustin shouts. His voice carries in the now silent trailer park.

‘Go Harrington,’ Eddie says. His voice doesn’t sound normal. It is slurred. You turn around just in time to catch Eddie before he falls over.

‘Eddie! No, Eddie!’ Dustin roars.

‘Dustin, relax,’ you say, hoping your voice doesn’t waver. ‘Get my backpack. It’s next to the trailer.’

Dustin runs off in a series of ‘shit, shit, shit’, avoiding the hundreds of dead bats.

‘Eddie, hey, talk to me,’ you say as you lay him down carefully.

‘You came back,’ he whispers, then coughs up blood.

‘Yeah, I did,’ you answer while you lift his shirt. You are blushing while you do so, but your professional voice pushes those feelings down. He is bleeding, no time to blush over a guy’s chest. Even if more of his tattoos are now visible. Tattoos you would love to study, taking your time to admire each and every one of them.

‘I didn’t run away this time,’ Eddie gasps. Dustin returns at that moment and hands you the bag. ‘I didn’t.’

‘No, you didn’t. You were very brave,’ Dustin cries.

‘And very stupid,’ you add. ‘Did you really think you stood a chance alone?’

‘Y/N,’ Dustin whispers. You look up to see how distressed he is. He thinks these are Eddie’s last words.

‘Oh he’s not dying Dustin,’ you assure him. ‘I won’t let him.’

You quickly find clean cloth to press against his wounds. Dustin helps you. Then you get an antibiotic and clean the wounds out.

‘Now we bandage him,’ you state as calmly as you could. Dustin is actually really good at helping as long as he stays calm. ‘Help me lift his hips off the floor.’

Dustin helps silently while you work. Eddie has spit out a lot of blood, but now he seems to be doing better. ‘Y/N, if it hadn’t been for you-,’

‘Yeah I know,’ you state quickly. You couldn’t handle your emotions while you worked. Those were for later. ‘I promised you to not do anything stupid. I didn’t think I would need to ask you for the same.’

‘I’m sorry, I was just thinking about everyone that would get hurt if those bats came through the gate. Dustin…you…’ Eddie confesses quietly.

You ignore the warm feeling that goes through your body when he says that. First bandages, then feelings. Somewhere in the back of your head you wonder when you had acknowledged that you had feelings for “The Freak”.

‘I’m going to make another rope for the gate so you two can get out. Don’t go anywhere,’ Dustin says.

You nod your approval. ‘Now Eddie, I should take a look at your face.’

‘My face?’ he asks, dazed.

You point out the big gash that runs over his forehead and through his eyebrow. ‘Oh. That.’

He sits up carefully. You lean forward with a clean cloth to clean up the wound. ‘I think I’m going to glue this one. Just to be safe.’

‘I trust you,’ he whispers. You look down from the wound to his eyes. He is staring at you, his eyes huge, his lips slightly parted. He looks inviting.

You swallow. You can feel your heart pounding in your chest, like it is fighting to jump out. Eddie is mere inches from your face, looking like a hot mess.

No. Stop. I’m the doctor. You blink slowly and force yourself to look back to the wound. Eddie casts his eyes down. You continue to carefully clean the blood from his face.

‘Guess you don’t even need the rest of that fancy education of yours eh?’ Eddie says to lighten the mood. ‘You’re already a pro.’

You smile. ‘I must say I’m even surprising myself here. I didn’t think I could. But I had to so…’

‘Yeah. Well you can heal me anytime. I don’t mind you touching me.’

Your eyes shoot back to his, your cheeks crimson.

‘To…you know, heal my wounds. Mend my broken bones. Sew my flesh back together,’ he continues.

You chuckle softly. ‘Glue you mean. Glue your flesh back together.’

‘Even better. It sounds even grosser than sewing.’

‘Does it though?’ you ask with a smile. You do as you promise and glue his wound.

‘The sight of blood makes me feel lightheaded,’ Eddie confesses out of the blue.

You nod slowly. ‘Ah so that is why you just fainted.’

‘No, not fainting. I never faint,’ he defends.

‘Hmm-hmm,’ you hum. That smile doesn’t come off anymore.

‘Well okay maybe I fainted once. Trust me when I say, you shouldn’t trust me with a nail gun.’

You stop your work, satisfied that Eddie is going to be okay. ‘Eddie the Freak, the Dungeons Master, the nightmare of every High School teacher and every jock, faints at the sight of blood? Now that is something the town should know.’

‘Don’t tell anyone please. I was just starting to feel somewhat brave,’ he says, suddenly sounding insecure.

'Hawkins could do with some wholesome facts about you,’ you say as you stand up and offer a hand. ‘They should know how sweet you really are.’

Eddie takes your offered hand and pulls himself up. However he is not balanced right and stumbles against you. You hold up your other hand to gently hold his upper arm. Eddie is a little bit taller than you, and right now he is looking down into your eyes again.

‘I…am sweet?’

Another rush of warm feelings. You force it down. ‘Well, uhm, yes I think…we should check on Dustin shouldn’t we?’

You think about running but Eddie is holding onto you with surprising strength. When he doesn’t speak you look back at him, wondering what is coming next. You expect another quippy reply, maybe even something more personal about himself. What happens next however, you did not expect.

Without hesitation Eddie leans in and kisses you. You feel your heart stopping, your head spinning. Eddie’s lips are against you, pretty harsh but still nice. His lips move slowly. Then his free hand cups the side of your face and pulls you in further. It is a desperate kiss that lights a fire in you, you have never felt before.

Then he pulls back and you start to sway on your feet.

‘What,’ you whisper, ‘was that?’

‘A thank you,’ he says with a smile. ‘For saving my life.’

‘Oh, right,’ you say, cursing yourself a moment later for sounding so disappointed.

Eddie catches it. He lifts one eyebrow. ‘Were you hoping for another answer, doctor L/N?’

Your mouth opens and closes a couple of times. You attempt a nonchalant shrug. ‘No. Nope. I was just surprised.’

Eddie smiles. ‘Good surprised or bad surprised?’

You give him a short look before you walk away in the direction of the gate. Eddie continues to stand there, looking at you as you walk away.

‘Good or bad?’ he shouts, his arms up in the air. ‘Please give me an answer.’

You stop, unable to stop the massive smile on your lips. You turn around so he can see your face which settles his nerves a little.

‘It’s good,’ you tell him while you blush. ‘Really good. Now, shall we get out of this hell dimension or not?’

‘Yes madam!’ Eddie yells as he runs over to your side. He stops right beside you, his arm pressing up against yours. ‘I think you just saved my life sweetheart.’

You grimace. ‘Yeah, well we aren’t done yet. Something tells me this was the easy part.’

A second later his arm is around your shoulders. He pulls you close to him for a moment. ‘Don’t rain on my parade just yet. Let me enjoy this huge victory.’

You raise an eyebrow. ‘The ‘not getting eaten by bats’ part?’

Eddie stops and pulls you to a stop with him. ‘No, the part where you like it when I kiss you. Duh.’

‘Oh,’ you mumble, all shy and staring at his chest instead of his eyes, ‘that part.’

When Eddie remains silent you dare to look up again. There is still blood on his face, mixed with sweat and tears. His look is a combination of fear and relief. But then his eyes soften more and he leans in to kiss you again. You feel his salty lips against yours and for a moment the world stops spinning.

He'd wait wait for you on your room's door, respectful of your space and privacy but you never open, so him being worried decided to let himself in only to see you were already gone, to later be informed by Soap that you are having breakfast with John Price.

That happend THREE times in a week.

Ghost would wait for you on the stairs closest to the gym eager to spar with you and enjoy the funny remarks you did about anyone who crossed you or just pretty much hear whatever the hell you wanted to say without him having to saying much in return. Because that's your routine, so where the fuck are you? He sees you carrying a stack of papers laughing with the captain only giving Ghost an apologetic face before returning to your riddles. That happend TWICE.

See, Ghost is a patient man specially with you being a walking headache, but this? You knew he wouldn't hold it any longer. And you were eager to see how he'd explode.

His last straw was during a mission where you had to rescue a number of hostages. You two behaved with the same professionalism as always with a non so professional comment here and there, all normal, until you met with the captain and Ghost felt you instantly untangle yourself from his presence. Like Price's dry comments and even dryer humour was more interesting than Ghost's.

You were well aware the lieutenant wouldn't say a word about his obvious discomfort because what reason would he have? You were just attentive to your captain instead of your lieutenant, woops. Also considering the way Ghost is, he would never admit he has a crush on you unless he's provoked too far. So you'll use Price to give him a little push on the right direction.

Out of pure entertainment obviously, not because you loved that bastard too much to confess yourself. Yeah...

Simon didn't have a good enough reason to be pissed so that any person would understand without thinking he's jealous until you gave him one: At your captain's command, you two launched an ambush to the enemies corralling them dangerously close to the hostages, once they were eliminated, you three made a quick work of gathering the hostages out of the boat they were previously captured to wait for the rescuing helos to land while keeping them as far as possible from the bomb the enemies had planted. The moment you rushed inside the boat, Price had to tackle Ghost to the ground so he wouldn't run after you, it didn't take long when you trotted back to them with a few files in hand and a couple of minutes later, the boat exploded. Price smiled proudly, praising you with enthusiasm. "I knew you could do it, hon. Well-fucking-done! This calls for a celebratory drink, don't ya think?"

Ghost didn't speak to you for the whole flight to the base, his eyes were glaring daggers at your form while you discussed the content of the files with Price, seemingly careless about Ghost's state. Of course you were worried about him when Price said the tall brit tried to go after you, you asked if he was alright but the brief "m'fine." he gave you seemed to be enough answer for you to turn around and chat with the captain.

.

During morning drills, Ghost sat on a chunk of grass near the fences. His imposing presence did wonders making the soldiers around focus on their training, chores and other tasks, Price deeply thanked him for it because apparently he was busy with other matters of his own, surely with you. He sniffed trying to focus on finishing painting the mask he was holding and totally not thinking about you and Price alone somewhere far from him.

How dare the captain confide in you to gather important Intel he could had easily ordered Ghost to pick quicker than your short legs could carry you?

How dare Price spend more time with a stupidly annoying Sargeant instead of his loyal lieutenant?

How dare you enjoy Prices' presence more than Simon's? Was it because he was more handsome? Because he spoke much more than him? He surely didn't tease you the same way Simon did... Right?

He saw a flash of light from the corner of his eye, raising his gaze up without moving his head an inch he saw your dog tags dangling on your chest reflecting the light of the torching sun almost blinding his him.

The moment you spot your lieutenant you giggled and it irked something ugly in him. Were you mocking him?

You shot Ghost a challenging look he was soon returning with a tilt of his head as to say "oh really? I'll show you." He dropped the mask he was holding to the grass, abruptly standing so fast some passerby yelped in horror, Simon rapidly approaches you from the other side of the training field aggressively bumping into other operators who didn't see him but turned white at the sight of the angry lieutenant glaring ahead, a few rookies looked at the scene about to unfold in fright, some ran to find the captain thinking this would end up bloody.

-"What's got your face like a teapot funeral, lieutenant?"

-"Who do you think you are hiding crucial information of the mission from your superior!?"

-"We were reading the files on the ride here. You chose not to read them, Sim-"

-"Don't fucking call me that! I'm your lieutenant! Got it!? If someone farts I hear it first, if Price has something on his mind I'll be the first he informs, if Intel must be gathered I'd have to know."

You listened with humour all over the face, he was getting so frustrated he looked like an angry two-meter tall pitbull. "My my, if I didn't know any better I'd say you're jealous."

-"I will rip you apart. Hang your corpse on a pole for everyone to see..."

-"That a promise? I'd make a beautiful flag~"

Ghost was on your face huffing like an angry bull, his shoulders heaving with the force of his huffs. He was frustrated as hell with your enchanting wit that did nothing but enamour him further and the fact that he could literally intimidate anyone but you. It was driving him crazy.

You sighed "Are you really THAT mad, dear? I mean come on. You know you are the Captain's favorite but I deserve some of his time too."

He opened his mouth, his skull mask looming over you so close he did you the favor of shielding your face from the sun until "HEY!"

Price stepped between you, but you rose your hand to stop him with a serene look. "No need to baby us, cap. We were just having a peep talk."

Ghost took your arm dragging you away to a quieter place after you calmed your captain but John wasn't so convinced sprinting to you and stopping Simon by gripping your other arm. In that moment they looked like two kids fighting for a toy. You couldn't help but laugh out loud your head falling back not breaking the increasing tension among them.

-"Lieutenant Riley, you are out of line-"

-"I'm out of line? YOU are out of line! Fraternizing with this sargeant, giving her additional support and exposing sensitive information to her like she's ranks above her current one!"

-"Watch your accusations, you won't like the repercussions, besides you are no saint either threatening the life of this Sargeant in front of the others. This is unacceptable behavior from a lieutenant!"

-"OH wanna talk about unacceptable behaviour!? I've kept quiet for far too long. You wanna fuck this woman so bad you risk your position as our captain, it's pathetic... I never expected something like this from you Johnathan."

Your half lidded eyes shot to Price waiting for an answer, the wide smile you held slightly turned downwards at your captains silence. He looked stoic but there was a slight hint of nervousness that manifested in the way he pursed his lips and glared at his lieutenant.

"For real?" You asked. Ghost tsked, Price's hand never wavered from his position gripping your left arm, Ghost didn't either.

"Wanna know something funnier?" You asked, and finally they both broke the eye contact to look at you. "You two wanna fuck me so bad it's getting too obvious. So I suggest something: Do whatever you planned for today, come to my room at night TOGETHER and make up by doing whatever you planned to do to me."

Ghost's eyes widened and Price looked down trying to come up with a replay clearly as stunned as Simon.

"Think of it as a... Hmmm... A bonding exercise! Also a way to make peace. We will all benefit from it, and afterwards we won't have to talk about it if you don't want to." The way you spoke, so sure of yourself made the two men rethink whatever the hell they wanted to spit.

Ghost finally spoke lowly "And if we want to talk about it...?"

Your smile widen, your hands softly took the arms that gripped them making them both shiver as if they had been electrocuted for a moment.

"Then I'm sure we can come up with a deal." You looked back at Price who still had his blue eyes firmly planted on the ground. "Captain?"

"I have a meeting with Laswell at nine o'clock." Price finally rose his gaze to your face, his cheeks were dusted pink in embarrassment accentuating the beautiful constellation of freckles on his face "I'll cancel and skip dinner."

Ghost nods at his captain's decision, you look at the masked brit waiting for his own response "I had to be with Johnny and Kyle somewhere t'night. They'll be well off without me."

"Fantastic! My room at nine, then." You chirped until Price stopped you.

"No-" He abruptly interrupted. Ghost and you looked at him in surprise, nervousness lazed on Price's voice after he shook his head and recomposed himself "My office. We'll go there, that way people will think we'll be addressing the matter of Ghost's public outburst."

Ghost growled out "Public outburst?" But you nodded enthusiastic "Perfect plan! Also it wouldn't be far from the truth at all, am I right fellas?"

By that point the two men had let go of your arms but kept a closer distance to you, their previous angry expressions had softened seeking your eyes with desire, the voids of their pupils were so dilated you could see your smirk reflected on them.

"This will be quite the experience."

.

He had tried to investigate you, even going as far as using his position as colonel to gather as much information from your background to understand you without having to make any awkward approach. But nothing he found explained why you changed factions or why you behaved the way you did. You had a normal childhood, went to a good school, graduated being top of your class... Jesus you had a rabbit called Mr. Whiskers, even the most personal info given was borely normal. No trace of trauma or any mental disorder.

König begun studying you like a biologist would to a newfound species and got more and more invested and frustrated the more information he gathered, because he simply couldn't excuse your... Well, your everything.

He approaches you one time during morning drills, looks you up and down as you stretched, ignores the flirty comment you shot his way, because what the fuck is your problem? You don't know him. Then König proceeded to mouth the first thing he ever said to you, one of the main questions he had on his head as to why you would behave so strangely. And it goes like this: "Do you have any mental illness, hm?"

"I might have, yeah."

And you said it so casually. Do you, though? Are you being sarcastic or... God he hates you. Why can't he figure you out!? Why do you smile at him so much? Why do you flirt so much with him? Do you flirt with the others the way you do with him?

That new question made him observe your body language around others and listen carefully to any interaction you had and found nothing but your enchanting witty self. Of course you teased other members, but never so bluntly like the way you flirt with him. The colonel felt weirdly relieved at this. Maybe he liked the attention given? Scratch that, or course not!

One time after a tiring mission in Barcelona, Spain, König approached you with a bottle of water, you thanked him with a wink and he watched you swallow the whole thing before he proceeded to ask you the second question that plagued his mind: "Do you perhaps hide some secret trauma that permanently changed your behaviour, using sarcasm, smirks and jokes to protect your scared inner child in order to not get hurt again?"

"Hmmm... The day I found out my mother was Santa Claus I went bananas, but I wouldn't say it scarred me for life. Do ya want an M&M, colonel?"

He fucking hates you. He hates you. König aggressively snatched a handful of M&M's and stormed away. That night he swore he could hear your laugh echoing inside his head. Why couldn't you leave his fucking mind? What was it with you? Were you doing it on purpose?

_____

You were definitely doing it on purpose.

You have to be patient with König. But he was so hilarious and scary, it thrilled you to watch the two meter tall behemoth of a man walk near you and sneak watchful, calculated glances your way when he thought you weren't looking. If someone dared to ask, you'd easily answer with the honesty everyone knew you posses: You'd fuck König without a thought.

He's so feral in battle, so demanding and intimidating on the comms. His ridiculous voice made him all the more adorable contrasting with his appearance. Oh fuck that. Even his appearance was ridiculous, he looked like the red guy from that creepy show called "Don't hug me, I'm scared" or one of those executioners from the Shrek movie. But he was HOT, with that slutty waist accentuated by his bulky back, those long slender arms that could lift anything on his way, you saw him lift a fucking car a few inches so an injured woman could scape, and as she cried of relief you could feel your pussy crying as well at the sight. And oh his hands... The way he used them, so elegantly but rough, they'd make a beautiful necklace. His voice, as unfitting as it sounded coming from this KorTac monster, made you itch to hear more, his accent was so attractive that it quickly made you addicted to sound of it and your brain pondered on how he'd sound while doing other things. Lucky you, when the stars aligned and you two coincided in the gym you made sure to be close enough to hear the quiet grunts and sighs from the colonel as he trained, to your surprise he never moved away as if he knew what you were doing and thought nothing much of it. Safe to say, you'd gladly eat whatever interaction König graced you with with a speck of salt.

Though, when you begun paying attention to the details (because it was hard to guess his deal without seeing his face) You noticed a few hints about the colonel that indicated he had a severe case of social anxiety. The way he self isolated, how he forced himself to interact with people resulting in very awkward conversations that led to him coming up as rude to what he got frustrated and scaped the situation, how he loved his job because you were convinced that he thought he was only good at killing.

That made you wonder if he had other hobbies... It's funny to imagine a tall, muscly guy like him baking or making origamis.

______

Today you saw the ultimate sign that your big crush wasn't a people's person.

You two were on a meeting with some other KorTac members. König was peeling an apple and had finished it rather quickly as all of you spoke, but he spent ten minutes with the carcass of the fruit slowly browning and drying on his hand, so you decided to test your theory by walking to the near trashcan to throw a random paper you crumbled quickly, after a few seconds König abruptly stood up to throw the dried fruit remnant, the tall Austrian glanced your way before he sat again and kept to himself.

Okay, so judging by this and how stiff he looks, König doesn't know exactly what to do with his body around people, he needed an excuse to stand up and throw the finished apple so he waited for anyone to use the trashcan to go after, BUT he waited a few seconds to stand so he wouldn't look like he was waiting. Must be stressful to be on his shoes. Interesting, but maybe you were overthinking too much, so you decided to do a final test that would definitely tell you if what you thought was right. You didn't want to come to this unless it was really necessary... But you'll probably have to apologize later.

You directed all the attention to König by asking a number of things, (obviously work related) that caught the attention of everyone in the room taking the poor colonel by surprise, his cristal blue eyes widened for a minute before he composed himself answering everything you asked with a professional tone until you spotted the tremble on his hands, poor König noticed your attention drift to his hands so he slid them under the table. That's how you knew it. He couldn't handle being the center of attention for prolonged amounts of time. Your poor baby...

You gave him a sympathetic look that again took him by surprise, but by that time König had called the meeting over, gathered his things and walked out before you could approach him.

Damn you and your stupidly beautiful voice and worried eyes trying to comfort him discreetly.

Gloved hands fidgeted with the bracelet on his wrist. König remembers the little girl who gifted him said thing. The day him and his team rescued her and some other orphans from a building about to explode, the worried colonel spent a few minutes comforting the little girl until she pulled the orange bracelet from her small SpongeBob backpack, he chuckled at the gesture and had never taken it off since. They even shared some letters from time to time, he held a piece of little Astrid in the form of a cute bracelet and she held a piece of him in the form of sweet spoken letters.

König saw her kind eyes in yours and it squeezed his heart so much he felt suffocated. Why would a teasing little vixen like you have such kind, gorgeous eyes? It was weirdly comforting that someone would look at him so softly like he wasn't a monster for once after so long.

His heart begun beating faster, his head was so full of questions about you it infuriated him. Long legs carried the colonel to the gym absentmindedly, like his body craved to ease some tension, but at the last minute he turned to the left corridor further from the gym, went to the right and finally approached the shooting range's door.

"Scheibe..." König cursed lowly, he could have very well bursted the door out of it's hinges, his gloved hand (still a bit shaky) took his favorite riffle from the top right corner of the shelf while he shot a backward kick to push the metallic door closed. He spent fourteen minutes shooting targets while mauling at your last interaction, rage swirled his insides and yet he couldn't fully hate you for asking questions, after all it was work-related, and the last soft gaze you gave him spoke volumes that you didn't want to advert all the attention to him out of malice. König was reloading his sniper rifle when he heard a gentle thud indicating someone had entered the room.

"You'd make an amazing sniper." You spoke softly trying not to startle the tense man.

"You come to mock me? Laugh all you like. I'm well aware I'm too huge to be a sniper." He spoke in resentment over his shoulder before redirecting his focused gaze to the target ahead.

"I always say size doesn't matter! As long as you know how to handle your weapon, you'll make any girl blush."

Your dark humour takes König by surprise and he misses the dummy's head, he tries to hold back the chuckle that threatened to spill from his hidden lips. Luckily the shirt he wore as a mask shielded his face enough to make it look like he was holding in a cough or a sneeze but you weren't stupid. When he turns to face you placing the riffle to the near table he gets startled by how close you are, the smirk accompanying your lips as you weaseled close to his very sacred personal space made him curse lowly in his mother's tongue. The tall Austrian stepped back and you rose your hands in mocking defeat.

"Alright, I get it, personal space. Jus' wanted to hear ya laugh..."

"I didn't." He hisses.

"Didn't ya? I thought I heard it, must have been the wind."

Your sarcasm often infuriated König who never seemed to get a good grip on his English, so it was hard for him to detect when you were being serious or just pulling his leg. His hands flex on his sides, tiny waist move side to side as he balances his weight before he crosses his arms and leans his back to the wall. König raises a brow when your smirk morphed into a sincere apologetic smile as you admired his stance six feet apart from him.

"I'm sorry for what happened back there." You said honestly, he sucked in a breath. "Didn't want t' put ya on the spot."

The Colonel's cerulean eyes widen before lowering his gaze to your tank top blinking rapidly. It was easier to listen if he wasn't looking directly at your eyes.

"König..." Your voice was honey making shivers run up his spine and his skin erupt in goosebumps, his hands trembled even when he fisted them on his crossed stance. "Why don't we start again? Call me paranoid, but I feel like there's tension between us and not the type I'd like."

König wasn't shy, he wasn't, but that last line of yours made him feel like it, and it wasn't an ugly feeling? But it was a little uncomfortable, foreign, it squeezed his heart in a weird way, his hands were clammy, he felt strangely light like if it wasn't for his tapping foot on the floor he'd float away. König understood what you were saying and it comforted him that you were on the same page, the weird unsteadiness between the two of you becoming rather unbearable and a constant topic on both your minds, it was relieving that you thought the same way. Suddenly the ugly, unexcused anger he had for you quieted down.

The colonel lifted his hand your way offering you a handshake you took with mirth.

"I'm colonel König. Y-you are...?"

"Goddamn. Ain't your parents bit' egotistical? Namin' their baby boy 'king' in german." You say with a snicker shaking his hand. He takes it back abruptly but you don't flinch. "I'm Sargeant (c/n). My name is (y/n) (l/n). Is König the name written on your birth certificate or were you called somethin' else?" You press teasingly but wary and a bit nervous thinking you were pushing too far.

König is taken aback by this. When was the last time someone had asked the colonel his name?

"I am..." It tasted foreign on his tongue, like he had forgotten the sound of it, the taste of his own name on his tongue. "My name is Andreas Dobler." He said, his eyes meeting yours. "That's... That's my name." His name wasn't König, he remembers the man he left behind all those years back, the man under the dark cloak, before things went to shit, before becoming colonel König.

"Andreas. What a curious name, never heard of it-"

"Say my name again." König interrupts. His voice weak but demanding and desperate. He loved it. He loved the sound of his name on your lips. It was strange, sweet... Arousing, even.

You blinked angling your head up to take a better look at his half-lid eyes. This time König didn't look away, your eyes met and suddenly the ugly tension from before was morphing into another type of tension, your heart beats faster in sync with his. You didn't know you were getting closer until König placed a hand on your waist and then the other, not pushing, not pulling, he simply laid them there and it came so naturally, your playful smile wavered slightly as your hands landed on his shoulders, he shivers. You tilted your head to the side and he was so lost in you, your aroma, your eyes, your lips, your touch, he didn't realize he was returning the head tilt.

Your lips parted, pink tongue darting to hydrate your dry lips until your pearls were visible from the gap, and his eyes catch every movement your mouth makes when you whisper "Andreas."

"Again."

"Andreas-"

"Again..."

"...Andreas..." Your hands slowly move to his chest, his breath hitches. His name has never sounded so sensual whispered by anyone's mouth. You were... You...

"You..." He isn't sure what to say. You are not sure either, suddenly your wit has abandoned you it seems. "You intrigue me." He decides to huff out, accent heavily pronounced.

There's a thousand thoughts swirling on König's mind, he has shared his name but it suddenly didn't feel enough, he wanted to show you who he was, his past, his thoughts, his hopes and dreams, even his face. How can a simple woman like you make König feel so much? Because you were no simple woman. That's why when he felt your small hands slide up his chest to the hem of the shirt that composed his mask, König didn't tense up, in fact, his shoulders relaxed embracing the touch of your fingers gently feeling his neck under the cloth, his stubble, his chin, his high cheeks... Gloved hands grab your wrists.

You stop, still looking up at him noticing the heaving of his chest and how lost in awe his gaze seemed.

"Not yet?"

"I-i... Do not..." Mind. He didn't want to refuse your touch but at the same time it was so overwhelming.

You give a small nod, König lets go of your wrists and you take this opportunity to nuzzle his cheeks, he gasps landing his hands on your waist once more, squeezing the flesh over your tank top. The feeling of your fingers on his face was so foreign it felt like you were touching a piece of his soul.

"Don't you worry, darling..." König lets out a small whimper at this. "I'm rushing things ain' I? We were just getting on the first name basis and I had to screw it all..." You wanted to sound apologetic, you promise, but it was so hard when your colonel was practically purring at the feeling of your soft hands scratching his stubble. König was putty on your hands, he has never felt this way. His cheeks burn in embarrassment, he tries to move back but remembers he's already against the wall, and you, a small thing like you have him cornered like a honey badger hunting a mountain lion. His lip wobbles and he tilts his head to the side as he feels your hands massage and explore his neck and jaw in long, gentle motions. The pads of your fingers gracing every inch of his neck muscles.

"Shy lil' thing... Aren't you pretty hiding under there? Maybe you are too beautiful to allow anyone the pleasure of a simple look. Like a sweet Ferrero Roche firmly wrapped and ready to be eaten." You whisper, voice raspy before you chuckle when his Adam's apple bobs with a swallow. Your body is now pressed compleatly against his, your dear colonel's hands tremble on your sides as he fists your tank top. He's nervous, he's shy, but you know he is enjoying this judging by the way his teary, half-lid eyes blink slowly every time you feel and scratch a new inch of skin.

"...Sag bitte mehr, ich flehe dich an..." (Say more please, I beg you.) König moans out, his german accent sounding strong masking how weak he was feeling at the moment.

He loved your voice, your touch... Your everything. The colonel ran his fingers on your lower back encouraging to continue, meanwhile he very slowly tilted his head higher allowing you more space on his neck to massage and scratch. You chuckle darkly feeling his member poking at your belly, your body instantly pressing harder against his cornered torso.

"You like the sound of my voice, colonel?" You humm, he makes a small noise. "Andreas...?"

His shoulders shake with the force of his shiver, nails digging deliciously on your lower back, you chuckle delighted at the sight tilting his chin to the other side to feel his nape, his ear and some locks of hair. "ich begehre dich..." The Austrian groans, his member now fully erect twitched delighted by the delicious pressure of your torso against it and your soft ministrations to his neck.

Both your radios churr alive until a voice breaks the static, a random operator checking on the comms. König almost knocks you over with how fast he straightened his back and the way his strong grip held you back, his chest heaving fast, eyes wide and vulnerable. You take the opportunity to grab him by the hem of the shirt he uses as a mask.

"Wait-..."

König freezes when he feels cold air hit the heated skin from his neck. You had lifted a portion of the cloth revealing the part you were previously massaging, caressing and scratching just under his chin, careful not to reveal his face. His head moves up to the side trying to hide from your touch, his hands shoot backwards planting on the wall as if a force had taken them from the previous grip he had on you. In truth he was afraid he'd crush your waist.

"I hope you can forgive me colonel... Can't help it..."

There's a long gash on his neck, a very old scar that seemed to be product of a knife fight or even a bullet, it's crocked and it goes up probably to his right ear. You lean close on tiptoes because he couldn't crouch due to how shocked he still felt, and you planted your wet lips on the surface of the sensitive scar. König's throat rumbles with a groan, his powerful hands finally make the move to take you, to cage your body impossible closer to his. A hard roll of his hips make him gasp in relief and you loudly huff when he twirls you to where he was previously caged, his hands soon making small effort to lift you up, both legs wrapped around his waist and he THRUSTS stabbing your cargo pants. You are still kissing, licking and nibbling his neck, your hands explore the long bulky surface of his back, König moans delighted at one particular bite until-

"Oh. Shit."

König turned his head back so fast you are sure it made his neck rotatory, two pairs of eyes look in shock at Horangi who is standing there holding the rifle König had previously left before all of this happened. Your colonel was frozen in embarrassment his shaking hands still held you up and his boner was no longer stabbing you, the thing died at the speed of light when the Korean made presence.

"Jesus Christ. You gonna keep staring or you wanna join us, tiger?"

König snaps his head back at you comically fast, icy eyes glare in surprise, horror and astonishment.

"As fun as that sounds I'll leave you two to your games... 'sides, I don't think you'll be able to handle König alone, imagine the two of us. We'd ruin you." The Korean's response made you laugh enchanted by his wit, he walked out the door in quick strides leaving you two alone once more.

König huffs glaring at the wall behind you. The sudden unwelcome presence of his friend seemed to had robbed the magic from the moment. Your Colonel's body shagged slowly lowering your body, and the moment your heels touched the ground his head leaned down falling to the crock of your neck, the feeling of the warm cloth of his mask made you humm. He kissed your clavicle over his mask and you ran your hands to his shoulders until König slowly retrieved.

He took two steps back, with a very noticeable defeated look.

"Hey. We can keep going whenever yer up to. Don't look at me like that, sweet thing." Your voice carried a playfulness that comforted him from the sudden feeling of defeat. Though it did nothing to help the disappointment.

König couldn't meet your eyes, his voice was shaky "I'm just not like this-..."

"Andreas-"

"DON'T -...!" He barked, startling you both.

It was too much, too sudden, too weird, too suffocating. He liked it at first but... König couldn't put into words what he was feeling right now. He hated that the moment was cut short, he hated that he felt like it was his fault and he hated the way you are looking at him with so much concern like when you two were at the meeting.

"Verzeihen Sie mir." He muttered giving you a final short glance before he rushed out of the place leaving the door open and your startled self still leaning on the wall.

You recognized those words even if you didn't know much of German.

"Forgive me." You translated in a whisper.

"Why are you looking at me like that?"

If König glared any harder he'd burst a vein tainting his cerulean eyes red with blood. "Deliver the message. It is an order."

Horangi took off his sunglasses, a weird sight to see, and squinted at his colonel like he was looking up at the blinding sun. "You want me to deliver the very important message of refiling this one particular paper to (c/n)? You are aware I could do it instead, we hold the same rank." Once he was finished he slid his glasses back on.

König was stiff, eyes adverting to the side for a millisecond with a squint. "Do it anyway...?"

Horangi knew something was up, specially since one quick look at the paper reminded him that these documents were already finished weeks ago, he delivered them himself. His colonel has been quite distracted lately and that's something worrying in König judging by how hyper focused he was about everything, specially his job. The operator smiles under his facemask, he crosses his arms and tilts his head as if he had figured the most amusing thing ever.

"Problems in paradise, sir?"

König took a moment to figure what he meant, this expression was new to him, soon he frowned. "There is no 'paradise' and no problem with me. The only problem here is that you are refusing to obey a direct order from your colonel-"

"König... Come on." Horangi insists but it's clear his friend doesn't want to keep dwelling on this, so he slightly folds the useless paper, nods at his colonel and leaves his office with a low "Right away, sir." before closing the door.

The way the Austrian deflated made his long body mold to his chair. He's been quite nervous to be around you, the memories of your last (very intimate) interaction became a constant on his brain affecting his work performance, even going as far as not letting him rest properly, the image of you appearing on his very own dreams, your voice a mermaid's call encouraging König to approach and do things to your body that never failed to wake him up with a raging boner. It has been roughly a year and a half since König was promoted to colonel and he was letting a simple operator like you put his position at risk. His hands took a pencil from a red cup he used as penholder and begun writing and doodling absentmindedly on a random white paper to occupy his hands while he waited for the refilled documents to be delivered to him. The distraction was very much needed.

His hands trembled a little as König applied sole pressure on the surface. Memories of your lips moving when you said his name with that sweet voice of yours carried his mind to the moment he felt them against his skin, the delicious feeling of your soft fingertips caressing along the skin of his long neck. The sudden (but expected) erection he got caused the colonel to growl, his other unoccupied hand curled into a fist smashing the table twice before his eyes refocused looking down at the piece of paper he was drawing on. König had doodled a few realistic octopuses wearing crowns along some scribbles of his own name in different letterings and lastly, in the lower right corner of the paper under one of his scribbles was doodled something he has never done before. A human face. Your face. God knows the only thing König was able to draw was his favorite animal and little else... But the memory of your beautiful complexion, your hair, your cute nose, long lashes and scars amongst other things were so clear on his mind his hands carried the tip of the pencil in elegant strokes until he was met by your beautiful face smirking at him from the paper.

"Schau mich nicht so an." (Don't look at me like that.)

Seconds after admiring the doodle before him, the colonel couldn't help but pleasure himself using his memories and the small doodle he made of you as material. It was pathetic, it was disgusting, it was so embarrassing he couldn't help but feel compleat and utter shame and frustration, he couldn't cum... It wasn't enough, it wasn't real. But before he could dwell more on his troubles a quick knock on the door startled him. König quickly thrusted the paper inside one of his drawers, hid his aching cock in the confines of his pants and cleared his throat. "Do come in."

Horangi was back, he was quiet when he placed the paper on the table counter before he confusedly looked around König's table wondering what he was doing since his computer wasn't on and his table was well organized.

"Here uh, here it is." König thanked him with a nod, he sniffed loudly casually picking the paper handed to him, sky eyes scanning across the paper eating up the view of your beautiful calligraphy. But Horangi didn't leave, and that made König look up at him expectantly.

"Something the matter?" He asked. And oh there was plenty Horangi wanted to say and ask, but instead he simply said: "She's with someone else." It was said in a rush, as if Horangi was speaking with a stick shoved up his ass, like he was trying to tame an angry bull.

When König heard this he frowned slowly lowering the paper to his Ikea table's surface that had suffered too many slams to count. "With someone else." He repeats.

Horangi scratches his masked chin, flexes his hands and says "Probably a lover..."

"A lover." König echoes once more as if Horangi was giving him English lessons, his breaths coming a little hard making his mask inflate and deflate on the nose's area.

"Yeah, they were together in her office. Felt like I interrupted something."

König stands up pushing his chair back and leans his body forwards very slowly planting both hands on the table supporting his stance, the other operator leans back intimidated.

"Interrupted something." König blinks rapidly this time sounding demanding.

Horangi nods awkwardly.

"Something? What is 'something'?" His German accent was so pronounced it was almost difficult to understand what he was saying.

"I am not sure..." Horangi muttered nervously, König was silent waiting for him to continue clearly not buying it. "...Sex maybe...? They were sweaty, wearing baggy clothes but... In her office and standing too close. He didn't leave either. Even while she was completing the paperwork you sent-."

"Get out."

The KorTac operator turned back swiftly, rushed off and closed the door with a low thud. He didn't take one full step away before he heard a loud crash followed by a loud thud against the door, it was easy to guess what it could be what smashed the door when he looked downwards and spotted a thin wooden chair leg peeking out the splintered wood of the poor door, the tiny, black wheel at the tip was still rolling.

Soap laughed a bit walking to your side resting his back right against the driver's door with both hands on his pockets. His grey eyes shot your way in a teasing side glance that made you walk up closer to him facing his profile with a giddy little smile that made Soap chuckle once more, you mirrored the chuckle pinching the cigar out of your mouth. You two looked like two teenagers in love and frankly you didn't care, because that's how Johnny always made you feel and you'd die before you try having this connection with anyone else.

There was some silence then as you two stared to one another, Soap repositions his stance to fully face you with this relaxed expression, like he was in bliss just by sharing a quiet moment with you. How uncharacteristic of the loudmouth Scottie. You two are standing closer than before playing oblivious of the growing tension as you begun bantering lowly about anything and everything. The night was at your favor, gracing your ears with little sounds, amongst them the crickets and the muffled music from inside the bar where Gaz had rejoined his captain and lieutenant and surely was gossiping about the two missing sargents. The weather was fair, and no one crossed the street you two were in, granting you of a perfect atmosphere. You wouldn't mind your first kiss being here, in front of your usual pub sharing the taste of alcohol and tobacco.

"What was that about me being smokin' hot?" You purred.

"Smokin' sexy." Soap quickly corrects feigning offense.

"Oh, pardon me."

Johnny just smiles at you, a bit shy this time as if he was sharing your same thoughts, his silver eyes eat every detail of your face imprinting you on his mind, he reaches a hand out of his pocket to your face and for a moment you slightly close your eyes basking on the feeling of his rough fingers delicately brushing a few strands of hair behind your ear to later nuzzle your cheek, then, he unexpectedly snatches your cigar straight from your lips. The sargent grants you a show giving a small lick to the white butt before putting it on his lips, an indirect kiss. Your jaw drops letting out a baffled crackle, Soap wiggles his brows with your cig between his lips before he responds your previous question.

"Was jus' repeating what Price said before. Tho' he was drunk as a Dane, he could have been referring to tha' pint he was holding, that fucken' weapon."

Price?

"Y' think our captain has the hots for me?" You smirk. "Does that mean you've got competition?"

Soap smirks "Nah, I know i ain' got no one standing between me n' you." His confidence made you smile softly successfully distracting you from the fact that Price may feel somehow attracted to you.

Your face will be aching by the end of the night with how much Soap makes you smile, and you'd embrace the ache and seek for more anytime.

With the years, you noticed a huge change in the way Soap spoke to you. Because every time you two bantered up for long he'd eventually recover his Scottish accent to a point where the first few times you spoke after you formally met it was hard to get what he said, but the flow of time and the book of Scottish slangs that Johnny gifted for your birthday along with many visits to your bunk bed every day, made you an expert Soap-ologist. You knew when he was sad, mad, hungry or lost in thought, and most importantly you understood his hard accent. Thanks to this you were often being used by Ghost as a translator when you three were together. You felt flattered that Johnny was so comfortable with you that he graced you with his Scottish accent.

The moment Soap had placed the half-finished cig back on your mouth swiftly and without a warning your lashes fluttered rapidly breaking from your thoughts trying to focus on his current rambling.

"-Jus' got five drinks for y'guys before comin' here at the drive thru n' that guy asked 'do ye want a cupholder?' and a' go 'why obviously, do ya foken' reprobate I'm no a fucking octopus, y'dick head' " He was referring to a few hours ago when he offered to have lunch together before going to the bar and drink yourselves silly. But of course, only Price ended up getting so wasted all of you decided to slow down as not to encourage him to keep drinking. But going bar after bar you couldn't keep watch on Price forever, the weight of his last divorce always took a tool on the poor man around these dates.

"Wait! Is that why you've got that giant stain on your fancy shirt?" You laughed pointing a manicured nail to a big stain in Soap's blue shirt right underneath his left pectoral that he was clearly trying to hide with his black and white varsity jacket. Soap roughly took your hand and directed it to his mouth as if he was going to bite your finger off, you two crackled in unison as you struggled to tug it out of his grip.

"Fuuuck! When did ya notice it!?" He asked pulling your body forwards making you bump against his toned chest. The smell of his cologne and the hint of aftershave invaded your senses but you managed to speak even if your brain felt like it was melting.

"You've got yer jacket wide open! And you are like a sardine moving here and there, it's obvious the stain would peek from its hidden spot at some point, Johnny."

Soap groaned in defeat throwing his arms around your form caging you, your lips pursed with your cig still hanging limply in between them until you spat it out to the side and stomped on it with the heel of your boot, your eyes were firmly fixed on Soap's. You two went quiet then, your hands were occupied massaging his soft sides as he didn't leave them much liberty of movement with the way his heavy arms trapped your body in a strong embrace. You slowly planted your forehead on Johnny's clavicle, he moved his head a little closer inhaling your shampoo before he planted a short peck near your hairline.

"You comfy there, lil' lizard?" He smirked amused.

"Lizard!?" You giggle on his neck, Soap almost shivered at the feeling of your mouth near his sensitive skin. "That the best nickname you can come up with?"

Soap hums delighted by this question "Actually, y'know how I usually call ya?" You tilted your head up to look at his eyes resting your chin to his chest.

"A secret nickname. Care to share?"

"Doughnut'." He blurts.

You grinned, your brows raising surprised and enamoured by such a silly name "Oh! What kind of doughnut am i?" You said following the joke.

"I'll let ya choose." Johnny half-whispers looking down at you, grey eyes filled with amusement at this stupid conversation.

Your eyes look to the side still not moving your chin from his chest, biting at the tip of your tongue in thought. "How 'bout Nutella?"

He hums and nods before you continue as if you hadn't notice his agreement. His face was so close you wanted to kiss him. You wanted him to taste you. "Hmm... Do ya have any nut allergies?" You smirked praying that this final joke would earn you the kiss you yearn. But of course, Soap being Soap, he responds with a:

"Aye, love. I'm planning suicide by donut!" He barked out a laugh.

Your loud laughter filled the air as you abruptly broke out of his embrace only to smack his chest playfully with the back of your right hand while you covered your laughing mouth with your left one. Soap was marveled at the sight land the melody of your voice aughing along, his eyes crescent moons that reflected the blue neon light of the bar's sign. He looked so handsome.

Johnny's hands were on you as soon as he felt you were moving too far from him. But instead of taking your hands or your waist they went to squeeze your face until your lips were peeking out of your mushed cheeks while you were still grinning, prolonging your sweet laughter. The Scott promised himself right then and there that he'd be the only one able to make you laugh like this. He'd be the only one who'd get to hear your uncontrolled laughter, to witness your face lit at his stupidity, to kiss those beautiful lips he's dying to taste.

He was thinking too loud, so loud that he didn't realize you had gone quiet looking up at him mirroring his look of awe, his big hands no longer squeezed the soft plush of your cheeks, they were holding you lovingly. You lean to his touch with a delighted hum as your hands cup his in your face and Soap swore he would faint at the sight.

"How can you be so fuckin' beautiful...? It should be a crime to look the way you do..." He whispers, heavy accent present, the grey in his eyes melted in a sea of black, his pupils dilated swallowing the image before him.

"Johnny..." Your lips whisper sensually.

"Johnny." Someone loudly calls right behind you.

Soap let's out a high pitch scream that could have very well broken the sound barrier, his hands shooting back from your face at the fright he got thanks to his giant and quiet Lieutenant standing behind you looking at the two of you like one would to dog shit sitting on their path. Your ears bled but you laughed with so much force at his reaction you threw your body forwards to Johnny's right side and accidentally hit your forehead against your car's side mirror.

"Pull up yer pants, you two. You'll have plenty of time ta' fuck around when we get back, for now we gotta go grab dinner." Ghost sighs crossing his arms as Gaz approached with a very drunk Price loudly singing 'Country Roads' until he heard what Ghost said, then he begun complaining about his lack of hunger.

"At two in tha' morning? Is there any place open at this time?" You said, Soap was cooing at you gently massaging your aching forehead with his thumb inspecting the damage ignoring your quiet "I'm fine, no worries, I've taken worse."

Price then shagged forwards falling literally to your arms, you gripped your captain like vice so he wouldn't eat the concrete. "M' house..." He managed to grunt out.

Soap lift a brow at this. "Watch out, old man... Yer drunk but don't play stupid." The idea of Price openly inviting you to his house irked something ugly within Soap until Price gave him this confused glare as he explained he had dinner ready at his place. For ALL of you. Soap was instantly relived.

A little later, you drove the crew to Price's block. Or more like, his auntie's. When your captain divorced his second wife (who lasted a year and a half married to him until she unexpectedly ran off with the next economically stable guy she found.) he moved with his aunt to her big apartment, luckily she was out of town visiting other relatives of hers, so you all had the house for yourselves.

A big saint Bernard lazily greeted Price the moment he managed to open the door letting all of you in, Gaz instantly fell to his knees amazed by the beauty of Price's pet. "Name's Lucy... Watch yer boots, she loves to drool on 'em." Soap was about to go in next until he saw the giant dog and like a gentleman, he offered you to go fist. You knew your Johnny well, his phobia of dogs ever present, so you guided Lucy out of the way with Gaz following after her like a lost puppy. It seems they all had forgotten Soap's phobia after seeing the Scott bravely face any danger your tedious job threw your way.

You all feasted upon the takeout Price had bought hours back before your little outing. The old man planned ahead, it seemed. A thousand small containers of asian food freshly microwaved decorated the living room's table as all of you ate sharing stories and laughing at the new recruits' gossip Gaz managed to overhear. You loved every second Johnny laughed, his bubbly laughter making him bump shoulders with you constantly until you threw your arm around him pressing your bodies together, his big hand landed on your thigh in response. It was hard to eat like this but it didn't bother you one bit as long as you could keep touching Johnny. He thought the exact same thing.

You two didn't miss the looks shared between Ghost and Gaz. But you did miss Price's proud, drunken smile. He was delighted seeing how close the two of you had gotten over the years, he couldn't help but raise up his water glass (because you all forbid him from drinking one more drop of alcohol).

"To you two. I dedicate this... H2O to you, may your hearts entwine stronger than my ex-wife's legs around that fokin' lawyer she met on Facebook. Cheers!"

"Cheers!" All of you chanted.

You two smiled dumbly to one another swallowing your respective sodas in one gulp as if it was Champaign. Was Price giving you his blessings?

Soap thought the same giving you a soft look hiding his big dumb smile behind the rim of his glass. He leaned his face your way resting his cheek against yours with a sigh nodding Gaz to continue sharing his succulent gossip. Your hands entwined underneath the table, your hearts beating fast.