'Adrenaline High' Pt 10.

'Adrenaline high' pt 10.

Warnings:foul language and slight nsfw

Hey everyone ! I hope you're all doing OK! And good and swell in this time for the holidays :) sadly this chapter will be the ending chapter for this bitter sweet story BUT DONT FRET THERE IS A KONIG X MALE READER THAT WILL BE POSTED TOMORROW OR CHRISTMAS 👀

Also, if you have any requests for little one-shot stories and such as just dm me or pop a comment on any post of mine and I'll see it.

Anyhow, enjoy this last chapter of this little spice of life :)

Simon stirred away in the sunlight, streaming down onto both your still figures, your bare backside pressed elegantly tightly against his bare chest as you slumbered,taking in the heat of the larger man who watched your sleep peacefully. He then felt his hand shift from your side down to your hips and began to gently slide his hand up and down your side,as if he was forcing himself to remember your touch against his, how your sides dipped and how your curves felt and how the daring mountains of ribs that where moving from every breath you drew mightly moved beneath his touch.

He cooed at you and watched it silence as he felt at peace..but not just at peace.. alive. He felt utterly alive and steady with you right now. And he didn't want to let that feeling go. Not now,not ever.

And he watched as you stirred,grumbling with a whine as you peered over your shoulder at him and broke a light grin at him and shot a quick, 'morning' to him as you rolled onto your other side to face him, and he found his hand placing it self onto your waist and pulling you closer to him, watching you envelope yourself into his warmth. And he spoke, with such a rough morning voice that it stirred you to fumble your morning demeanor and scramble to refind it. "Well, good morning to you too"

And that's when you looked up to see his supirsed and smirked expression on his face, and then it dawned upon you....the sudden realization that he wasn't wearing his mask... and you took in the sight of his face, your mind memorizing a million times over in the short span of such a few seconds. The way his growing out blonde buzz cuts tight curls matched him perfectly in a way... the sigh of his eyes...piercing blue and utterly memorizing you..and his nose..that looked to be defiantly broken a good few times over seemed to be perfect to you... he was perfect to you ..and that's when your gaze found its way to the scar on his thin,pinkish, chapped, and rough lips.. it traveled from the base of his left jaw with his face stubble, and it traveled up through a part of his lef side of the lips revealing part of his gums and teet,especially the canine teeth of his..and it utterly amazed you and looked...utterly beautiful on him.

"Your beautiful..."

The words left your mouth and left you stunned at what you said as your heart stopped before restarting in spasms as you realized what you had just said... and you watched as his gaze went wide before it softened as he replied to your voice.. "God's I love you." His voice cracked as he spoke..like he was afraid of saying that aloud..like he was afraid of even putting it out there to anyone..to you...

And then that single phrase made you think..and then you mouth opened and a single phrase that came out of your mouth made you want to slam your head into a wall.

"What are we?" It was fast,sudden..nervous.. afraid perhaps of what Simon would say?

All you knew is that He smirked and replied with such a crooked smirk that it made you shiver Beneath his gaze as his brows quirked up.

"Well..what do YOU want us to be hm?"

Fuck.

You then thought before beginning a mindless ramble to yourself in your mind before you suddenly spoke, quickly, as if you where afraid of the ability to speak to leave you before you two had stopped talking.

"Well,let's see, we both fucked,we're cuddling,we've saved eachother a million times. You make me nervous,I can feel your hard on rubbing against me, and we're in YOUR bed.. so..what does that make us Simon?"

"Well..thats makes you my Boy yes?"

My boy..

His..

Your his...

And him yours...

You then nodded and snuggled closer to Simon's body and breath with him,listening to his steady heartbeat with the comfortable silence surrounding you two.

As of right now, you weren't just two humans.. hell, you two weren't just "The Hound" and "Ghost"..you two were just, "Y/n" and "Simon"

Two humans just trying to find where they belong.

And you belong with him. And he belongs with you. Together, and you had found a high better than any drug, him. He made you feel.. safe, perhaps? And you..you made him feel alive, secure.

Both of you had found your own Adrenaline High amongst each other, each both making the other alive and moving...

And well... you both knew that the journey from here on out..

As you both laid in eachothers arms,both drifting back to sleep smiling...

That this was going to be one hell of a ride....

I hope you all enjoyed this small, lengthy ride of a journey as much as I have with this story, and don't fret! Like I said, there is one with Konig and you coming soon enough! Possibly in two days,and requests are always open :)

But thank you all that enjoyed this story and are going to look and find it it in the future. :) until tomorrow everyone.

'Red is the Color of Our Lives (And Red is the Color of Our Blood)' pt2

Utterly disappointed in Tumblr. Deleted not just one, not just two, but 36 drafts. Meaning, just like this part, I will have to rewrite every singly idea and part that was in those drafts. Anyhow- BIG PLANS, I WILL BE POSTING THE LAST PART/S OF THIS FIC TOMORROW TO END THE YEAR ON A GOOD NOTE MWHAHAHAHAHHA 👹 enjoy

The last thing you saw before you had practically been thrown out of the helicopter was the whites of a familiar green pair of eyes wide with fear and utter horrored shock as his hands just grazed your own. Within the mere moments of snapping back into reality, you were absolutely gobsmacked on how close you guys were to the ground and more so how fast a metal side roof had broken your fall. Slamming onto your left with a loud ramming sound, you cried out loud as the slickened roof as the rain had caused you to utterly have no grip no matter how hard you tried to grasp the roof...and then you felt yourself fall onto you back into the mud with a squealching wet noise and a groan. Your head hurt, utterly rang against your head..and you could just feel something warm trickle down. Rolling onto your right side, you let out a grunt as your vision swam, dizzy for a few mere moments.. and then, the ringing had faded as well as the vision swimming now gone.. you had looked around for your gun only to see it a few feet away, it clearly being thrown from your grip as the helicopter had spun after a direct hit, causing you, who was closest to one of the helicopters open side of its belly, to utterly get thrown out without a second thought to process what to grab for before it was to late. And now here you were, scrambling into the mud as you grabbed your gun and let out a small hiss as your ribs pulsed like a heartbeat... the rain is too thick. Like smog utterly covering the senses you had, all you saw was the night and rain pelting down.. all you smelt was the water and sickening smell of flame... fire... Turning all you could feel was the rain feeling like razors on your goosebumped skin... and the blood running down your head.. and all you could smell was the utter flames of the chopper that you were just in..that had just crashed... This was just supposed to be a quick in and out mission. A blow and go.. but now, you weren't even sure the explosives that had been brought and where on the chopper even made it..or if anyone even made it out. You felt dazed before you heard sounds.. no..foot steps..fast and heavy and an wave unrecognizable voices yelling...shit.. Practically groaning as you ran for cover behind an alleyway of the Ghost town that the cartel had decided to set up as a home base for the time being... inhaling sharply, you inhaled and exhaled shakily. The grip on your gum was so harsh that you were sure that your knuckles cracked from the pressure of the grip. And before you knew it... the adrenaline rush of the moment had sent you into an utter frenzy of going into autopilot. And the next thing you knew was that you were now watching from above in a flat roofed building. Searching for any signs of anyone getting out...

Soap...Alejndaro..Price..Ghost...König. You felt like throwing up,utterly to just hurl your guts up and just lay there and crumble as your head swooned and felt like it had its own heartbeat.. and you heard no shouts from the helicopter explosion/crash below. Nothing. Utterly nothing. Other than the forgein language, you were too busy fumbling with your comms to notice. Desperately, you called out into the void of the main comm link. "This is Bravo 0-9. Sitting high and dry, couple yards up from Helo crash and Target. How Copy?." Silence..utter gut-wrenching silence..as you swallowed thickly and spoke again into the comm link. Your voice wavering slightly. Hesitant. Hesitant on the fact to face that they may not have made it out alive. "I repeat, this is Bravo 0-9, sitting High and Dry, couple yards up from Helo-crash and Tagret, How Copy." Nothing. And then you reached around... and felt a dangling wire..the comm had snapped either when you fell or where scrambling in the mud...fuck.. hissing a breath through your lungs, you went to stand before an utter sound filled your ears, and the sight of grayed and roaring smoke filled your senses, and the flames of the now exploded target building that now USED to hold everything of their main fire power or incomes. Whether it be from the hard street drugs or the utter street illegal military class weapons they held. It was all flames now. And now, all of their fire power gone. All of their income. Gone. And practically of their men. Gone. All up in flames. Fitting. Ironic. And then, with a heaved face, you crawled through the smoke and landed on a side roof and slid down, your gun now strapped to your back as you focused on the fire power on the streets ahead that utterly broke out. And with the returning fire, it made you realize that perhaps all or maybe some of your guys survived.. perhaps HE survived. Just as you went to grab your gun from your back, you heard a noise behind you only for you to turn and be bumrushed into the ground by a large heaping figure..your gun digging into your back and your head bouncing off the concert jungles muddy ground..and your senses rang and slowed as your tried to swing hack and get this guy off of you but the mere weight of this guy pressed on your side made your ribs hurt to the point no breathe would even enter your lungs and there you where, gasping for air in-between gun fire and then a knife in your hand...and suddenly without even thinking you slammed it into his side repeatedly like a crazed animal before he fell over gasping and convulsing. And blood not only was on your face..it was on your hand..Letting in a loud gasp, you rolled onto your stomach and practically dragged your now,weakening Vinson and body out of the gun fire.. only for a large figure to come into your vision. Oh, please, not again... and then, with one last fighting, will you tried to push the guy off as blood filled your vision, but your hands gave way to his uninjured strength... and then invetween in and out vision blackouts. You caught a glimpse of those Green eyes staring down at you..and before you knew it, within a few in and out knoddings off from the evident blood loss from your head wound or just the mere bodily exhaus you where being carried by Him. König. As a few glances could catch Soaps figure utterly hauling ass ahead to the best of his limping capabilities, letting him. And then. A helicopter came into view. And the next thing you knew was the cold hard ground of the helicopters' stomach and a pair of arms pulling you onto it.. before the last sight you saw was those utterly damned green eyes...and the blood soaking your hand.. before all you saw was red...utterly suffocating red.. before black snapped you into nothingness

'Adrenaline high' pt 9.

I'm fr bugging with finals before break 😭

Warnings: NSFW CHAPTER!

The way his eyes stared into yours as you stared at each other had your heart slamming against your rib cage almost hurriedly. Like a spooked bird frantically flapping around trying to escape a cage. And you watched as his right hand traced up to your ribs and rubbed the daring mountains of bone that expanded and contracted with every harsh and desperate breath you took..and he felt them hitch as your breath held as his left hand lay now teasing your hip bone area. Rubbing in circles and tracing down close to your now erect hard on and then tracing back up,causing a frustrated and desperate whine to trickle through your body,shuddering to his touch as he chuckled deeply.. and before you knew it, he had moved his way back up to what your pull over exposed of your collarbone and began to leave harsh marks. Almost like a rampant dog would when marking its territory, wincing at the harsh feeling of the way his teeth nipped at your skin and the way his tongue lapped at it with every mark he left.

"Easy now, no need to get all worked up yet." Demanding almost. And just like that, he had left your skin utterly feeling naked without him there marking it. Claiming it to be his almost.

A yelp escapes your lips as you could feel his fingers grazing your hard on,teasing..draggin..and utterly driving you insane, Choking on the breath that was able to enter your lungs all you could do was shudder and writhe beneath his touch deliciously.

And Simon enjoyed it. Watching you tremble and shudder beautifully beneath him..and then he let out a dark chuckle once more as he left you to the nights cold air as he scuffed off his sweats and boxers. The sight of his cock bare to you sent shivers down your spine and then you traced your gaze up to his..and there it was...the look that almost caused you to cry out either in desperation or utter temptation.. his eyes dark and hooded beneath his mask,the blue ocean that lurked within his Iris's shone through the slight light the moon offered..and his eyes seemed to trap you..hypnotize you..and you found yourself leaning into his touch as his hands found themselves tracing your hips,dragging up to the curve of your spine and then down to holding your hips in place...and then you realized the sudden stop in motions. He was waiting for the consent to proceed.

Nodding all too quickly to what he was asking, you felt something hard prod your entrance,slightly wet already with precum. You felt your grip tighten on the bedding of the cot beneath you felt him enter you slowly,and you didn't even realize how tight you were until now as a squeal almost left your lips from the feeling of him stretching you out slowly..teasingly.. you watched him shudder and groan against you... and soon after many moments of coaxing and pushing...and dirty sweet words from the two of you,his hips connecented with your ass.

"So beautiful.." Murmuring came from his lips as he then began to slowly set the pace,rocking his hips at an utterly teasing pace as he slowly left you feeling empty only for him to fill you back up again as light gasps ajd groans came from you and shuddering breaths left the man above you...and you could just feel him taking up every little space and crevice in your body..fitting like a glove around him almost...as if you where built just for him..and him alone.

Suddenly, Simons pace began to get harsher.. and his breaths turned to grunts... and your body twitched against his own,back arching and lungs coaxing from the lewd sounds escaping your mouth as he soon began to have his way with you..and he watched utterly fixated on your body shuddering against him as he pulled out and you almost pulling him back in..like your body needed this. Wanted this. And by the gods did you want this.

Crying out, you felt his body press harsher against yours as the grip he had on one side of your hip was sure to leave a bruise as he trusted harsher into you,almost enticing the high that you both where after. And he watched as your legs were now desperately rocking with your hips with his thrusts..and as your eyes were shut,head titled back and arms desperately clinging to the pillow beneath you ad tears where obviously pricking your eyes ...and the sound of the noises you made where music to him..utter music..

And then he noticed how desperate your sounds were, how.. high they were..

Letting out a Grunt, he gripped your hip with one hand and the other holding his upper body up above you as he teasingly slowed the pace,dragging out the high you were utterly on the verge of hitting.

"S-simon please!"

He seemed amazed at how you were utterly putty in his hands... you were all like this..just for him.. only for him.

His.

Not giving a response, he suddenly let out a harsh snap of his hips and returned to an utter harsh pace and watched as you fell apart...

And all you could do was just let out voice cracking groans and whines as you could just feel the pressure in your abdominal area building and building... and then, with one snap of his hips, you came, and he continued slamming into you and utterly sending you into over stimulation, and you listened as Simon's thrusts became more desperate sloppy and his breathing heaved..and you swore you could here a frustrated whine followed by a chain of groans come from him...

And then.. with one final snap of his hips, he came.. and he watched as you shuddered at the feeling of his cum filling you up inside.

And watched as you breath heaved with his,like you were one, and then your eyes met, and he couldn't help it..but just kiss you on your head before holding your hips tenderly and gently pulled out causing you to seeth a breath through your teeth before gently sitting yourself up and used your arms to hold yourself up. And you watched as he motioned for you to stay, and he grabbed one of his personal clean towels and wiped himself off before he pressed the towel against your entrance and then cleaned you off and threw the towel in the basket he had in his room... and then, within a moment of silence,it wasn't an awkward silence. It was peaceful between the two of you. This silence was saying more than words ever could possibly.

And with a creak of the cot, he got up once more and grabbed the discarded clothes, and threw his on quickly and quietly before handing yours to you. And he watched as you nimbly pulled your boxers onto your body.. before he realized you had jeans and within a flash, he had a pair of sweats in his hands.

"Thanks.."

And he watched as you pulled them onto your body, these where obviously too big for you, but they'd do.

And then, as if he was waiting for you to the pants on to do this, he practically crawled onto the bed and shifted under the covers before pulling your upright figure in the warmth cocoon with him.

And as you comfortably set against him like he was a portable heater and as you drifted off to sleep, you swore you could hear a faint murmur that rumbled from his chest...

"I love you..."

And you realized this....this...

This was a mutual understanding between two humans...

This was....

Love?

'Pompeii ' pt2.

Warnings:foul language, implications of ptsd,depictions of warfare and gore.

Hey, so as you see from the warnings alone, this is going to be a darker fic. As said before, this won't be a romtically centered one, and will be placed mostly in flashbacks and warfare.

All you remembered from the night before stripped a Groan from your lungs as you shifted in the bed to your alarm, straining an alarm beeping into your face. Sitting up, you lazily hit the alarm and checked the time. You then threw your legs over the edge and let them dangle as your eyes ached before you rubbed them harshly. Aching. You felt a headache coming.

Hissing through your teeth, you dragged yourself out of the bed. More so a cot with a thin sheet. As you made your way through the dark and cold floor to your door and slid it shut all the way, hearing no sound come from anything else around you before flicking your light on. And then you did the routine of getting ready swiftly.... before you heard movement buzz alive around you. Fuck. Swiftly tugging on your pants and socks, you muttered lowly as you soon got yourself put together..and then the rush of the routine as blurred as you threw on deodorant and almost ran to the bathroom and scrubbed you teeth and face with cold water before you now found yourself finally tying your boots and outside in their little area of the base before where price had told you the night before the meet them. And well... least to say watching them all March in right after the other made you purse your lips precisely on why you hated moving team to team. The issues of acceptance and how long it took for yours and their presence to be normal to one another in any aspect.. and one by one, did you meet them. But all you caught were the names. Soap, Alejandro,Gaz....and Ghost. You peered at the masked man before huffing through your nose as Price had 'closed' the meeting, and that's when you noticed the Shadows had arrived.. and then everyone dispersed, but two gazes. The one they called Ghost and yours. And with one final stance, stare, and breath, you had turned your back and revised the singer words you had caught as you had spaced out during the verifying of introductions. But had caught the entirely of the mission.

Looks like you were in for a dog fight.

The small boy whimpered as he had scraped his elbow on a rock harshly after being flung into the ground by a group of larger boys, stronger boys. Meaner. And he watched as they all reached for him as his back twitched in their vices... and all he could do was run. His little feet strike the dirt ground as he cries out for his ma..his pa..or his dog as he raced for his home,as the others gave chase.. his elbow hurt, his face ached from the punch he had taken to it that had definitely made him lose a tooth as his cheeks felt clammy and his face swollen, and so he ran, as fast as he could.

You never knew that someone's little mistake would wind up here now. You heaved a breath as you watched with a darkened, exhausted stare at the men around you as they sneered at your bondaged state. Tied to a chair that was against the wall, a hard concrete wall that made your bones ache against the rough wood of the chair. Your legs ached... and so did your arms as you were sure circulation had been cut off from them from the tightness of the rope alone, let alone the force you had been yanking at them with.

Inhaling harshly in the smoke filled air, you let out a rasp as you decided to fetch down memory lane to think about how you got here.

Oh yes, that's right. You were sniping, covering the men, a shadow was supposed to ...SUPPOSED TO.. Watch your flank. Turns out they did not .. and caused you to take a butt of a gun to your head. And here you were...for the gods know how many days or weeks or even hours... all you knew was that your body ached... your face dried and sticky with blood... and your left eye laying on the floor a few feet from you. You remembered being injected with something... that made you feel... funny. very funny. funny to the point that you were so out of it to the point where you didn't even realize what was happening until you had lurched forward and spat in the man's face....and with that a blade appeared and had hooked your upper lip and tore a good amount of skin off...and your eye being practically clawed out.. you felt the dull ache remind you of the screams that had left your mouth from it moments after.... shuddering from the ache of shitless job of bandaging your face, let alone stopping the bleeding they had done...to keep you around longer, for the information you still held from them....they said...as they burned your fresh wound with liquor and cigars..the smell of Burning flesh and metal that rest still in your nostrils caused you to gag. And then watched as they watched you... waiting for you to crack...hawking... waiting for their leader to come back.

You've been through your fair share of being around for quite some time of tortures, you're prefer water boarding over your eye being plucked out of your face and it being burned any day of the week to say in this situation.

Least to say the fact that your body felt sluggish and hard to breathe.. and cold..so cold... was not a good sign..and then the knodding out happened. And you were awoken with a large.. and loud..boom. One that practically shook the building and caused dusting of the ceiling to dribble down..and before you knew it forgein languages where being shouted in your ears ..and you where untied,pinned to the point where you couldn't even move your body with the fact of being shot..retied and dragged to your feet,and with that your body sagged and limped to keep up with what was happening around you until you realized what was happening..a recuse. Sneering at the man dragging you practically, you felt yourself sag and then stumble forward before you pretend to fall forward, which, in fact, you almost just passed out at the moment..the pain overbeared your senses and lead to explosions ringing your ears and gun fire sparking your adrenaline alive...you where alive alright...just barely at this point.. panting as your chewt ached with the definite prominent of a bruised rib ...you quickly caught the glimpse of glass..in the sand..a sharp shard..gripping it in your hands, you felt yourself being yanked back up from the sand you had grazed and dusted your skin with...and the with a harking yell you had been shoved forward..in front of the man and then pinned...held there with a gun to your head... this was it... you managed to make out in your blurred vision was familiar structures..soaps bald sides...prices hat. Alejnadros voice ...Graves yelling and Ghosts yells as they fired their guns and yelled for something..for you..

Glancing up at them, you mustered the most sorry look you could give them before grabbing the sharf of glass you had just hidden and twisting and stabbing right in the shoulder area near the neck,the jugular. And then, with a reflection of a reflex, the gun went off right next to your ear,causing you to rear backward and with that you took the now scrambling and gurgling fortune with you tumbling down debris and sand and dirt..and bodies ..and with a loud thump you had connected to a large piece of stone...more so your back...your ears rung...and you felt something trickle out of them...and you realized you could only hear muffled...wincing you attempted to get up only for your body to give out and limply lay there. You panted and watched the man you had brought down with you dead..and with that you had realized who it was....Hassan.. letting out a small huff, you felt the air leaving your body..and with one last glance around you felt the area around you rumble as watched as debris fell around the two of you...and then you felt your eye roll to the back of your head as everything had went black with a loud boom being the last thing your heard...

The boy had found himself hiding underneath a thick brush backing away frantically from the clawing hands of the older boys who had whooped him over nothing but a rock being kicked at one's shoes on accident. And here he was, crying and backing away from the reaching hands of them. Before a bark was heard and a gun shot... a warning shot..and with a 6 scrambled out the brush and toward his dog and his pa... he was safe...as the others ran off..and off to home he was carried as his father cooed to him with how brave he was..and how his dog stayed near them...

And the next thing you knew. .a bark and a wet nose where what you were being greeted with..your mangled side of your face now pressed into the dirt,your bandage now slipped off and resting as a border between the filth and the filth it was already in.

"HES OVER HERE"

Feeling your heart sink as you heard footsteps approach, you struggled to get up.. but found yourself unable to breathe properly, gasp more like it as a thick amount of a sheet of fallen debris was directly on your back and rib area...

And with that, you groaned and began to panic before a familiar Ghost mask came into view that had said something to the dog...something...you couldn't breathe...

And then, with that, Soaps face came into view as he coaxed your now shaking figure as the others now where pushing this thing off of you...until you felt the weight lift off and a harsh breath knock you into a spasm as it refused to enter your body..

"Fuck, Price he's going into Shock! We found hassans body, and now we got our boy, and he needs medical now!"

"Choppers inbound Soap get some air into him!"

And with the blazing sound of a chopper in your ears, all you heard was a harsh British voice and a rough smack to your back,

"Breath"

And with that air entered you lungs causing you to inhale and exhale lowly with a groan as your body rocked in and out of eachothers consciousness of your mind. And with a Grunt, you had been lifted and carried limply to the chopper onky for the last thing for you to see for the time being was a Ghost mask...and your cold body shuddering against his warm one as the medics rushed to him and you and practically yanked you out of the warmth yoru body needed.. and with that,once the oxygen mask was upon your face,you had collapses underneath the darkness in your eye lids...

Into the cold..dark waters of the dark and what it held for you...

Adrenaline High pt5.

I hope everyone is doing OK and having a good day! Sorry about the long time stretch between this update and the last one. I've been busy with school,sports and work but now my schedule is clearing up abit so expect some more frequent updates, possibly daily ones. :)

Warnings: foul language,mentions of anxiety,and angst(duh)

The journey back to the base practically sucked any possible conjunctions of energy left out of your body due to the adrenaline wearing off. Leaving you with an aching body and heavy feeling eyes. Grumbling as you shuffled behind Soap and Alejandro as they spoke you could feel Ghosts rumbling steps behind you and Gaz,as well as Rudy. Who seemed to be jumpy at Ghosts mere presence. Anyone would really,but that's the thing. You weren't,and you where sure as hell weren't going to be any time soon. All you saw in Ghost was that he was just like the boogeyman. Something that hid in the dark and shadows. And you weren't scared of the dark.

After the processing of Talking to Price and him reporting to Laswell you felt yourself practically drag your now dazed mind to your room and you blindly grabbing sweats and black tank top as well a change of boxers. Kicking off your boots with a groan as you stepped away from the pile of blankets and a mattress ontop of a cot that you called a bed before utterly turning the corner harshly and slamming into someone's chest.. looking up as you scampered as few steps back you where only swiftly looking up to meet a pair of hard blue eyes baring down on your own gaze.

"Your bleeding"

Scoffing you then gave a mumbled apology and went to shove past the hulking figure.

"Your Bleeding."

A bit harsher this time.

"I'll be fine."

And again you went to push past..and again you where denied.

"Ghost I promise you I will be fine now let me fucking past"

He seemed to try and puff himself up more,to appear..intimidating?

Shooting a glare at him as choked out sound of aggravation found its way into your voice as you again when to shove past him,this time budging him a bit..but only to be shoved back harder by him.

"Go to medbay Hound. Now."

"Unlike your mere beliefs of my name leading me to be a fucking lap dog, I am not Ghost. Now let me fucking past or so help me-"

"Or what soldier?"

Letting out a hiss through your teeth you felt your nerves reach their last end with this man as you harshly shoved past him,letting out a hard voice as you spoke.

"Don't fucking try to care when you dont."

And as the bathroom door went to swing shut you swore you heard a whisper from him.. pleading almost,'I do'

Standing there as the hot water steamed and stung your skin was not helping with the strangled feeling you felt as you practically clawed at you skin at the dried blood on your body,groaning at the feeling of the now apparent cut over your eye burning as it was washed out by the water and soap trinkling out if your scalp.

And you found that some of the blood from the gun fight from earlier wasn't coming off...

Causing you to panic and scrub even harder..and harder... and harder.

Before soon you felt like you couldn't breathe as the mere thought of the blood forever staining your hands scared you..

You couldn't breathe..

You let out a strangled noise as you leaned against the wall,the cold wall greeting your back almost greedily as you slammed your eyes shut and forced air into your lungs..

In...

Out..

In...out..

In......

Out.

And with that you immediately turned to water off and got yourself dressed and dried off in silence. No thoughts to yourself..your eye had stopped bleeding..and you weren't taking a trip to med bay at this time of the night. You couldn't shake the feeling,that manic drowning feeling..and so,you took yourself and your wallowing thought to your room and with that you flopped weakily onto your bed and entangled yourself with the blankets..and as you drifted off into drained sleep...you swore you could make out a Ghost mask at your door...

Red is the Color of Our lives (and Red is the Color of Our Blood) pt1.

Heyyy I took a little break for a couple of days, and HEYYY MY BIRTHDAY WAS YESTERDAY YEAHHHH

ANYHOW-

I hope everyone's having a good day and enjoys this entrance to our little story (this one's gonna be probably a 1-4 part series, maybe longer or maybe shorter

Warnings: foul language and mentions of blood

You've never been much of a fighter as a kid. You got your way to the military and to where you were now, all on your lonesome.

Having been in 141, grouped In after your first four years of service by Laswell and Price themselves. You wanted to be a medic, but you soon found that a sniper fit in your hands better.

And yet here you were, 3 years later, striking your feet harshly on the tread mill in the gym room as you sprinted forward,huffing and puffing as sweat slicked your body. And there stood Ghost timing and pulling you through this already hour long "light cardio" as he called it of sprints. And then, with one loud clap and a whitlse followed by Soaps voice breaking through the little bubble you and Ghost had built at the moment..."DAMN LOOKING GOOD Y/N" and then, with a nod from Simon,you began to slow before grabbing the sides of the treadmill to help your body slow to a jog,then a brisk pace before a stop.

Turning over your shoulder with a heavy breath, you watched soap motion you two to walk over. The Swedish man stood at the entrance of the workout facility, not moving, only watching us with a shit eating grin crossing his face. Before you and Ghost had walked side by side toward him, you were only a measly 5'9 "compared to these two. But, with their height, you make up for speed. And then, as soon as you stopped, giving Soap a wave before he spoke.

"Alrighty boys, we got a new member joining us today. He's been updated on missions and has proved to be a good addition to the team. He's already been introduced to everyone else, but you two. König. If you would step out of the dark please?"

And with a step to the side, an utterly massive mountain of a man steppes out of the dark, his head ducking beneath the door Frame as he stood over you three. And you watched him. Before your gaze snapped over to Soap as he spoke, both and you Ghost somehow simultaneously crossing your arms as you listened.

"This is Ghost, one of our main powerhouses to the team, big ol toughy eh? And this here is our sniper, Y/N, sneaky bastard. Well, I'll let you tow get back to it-"

"We just finished,actually."

Simon's voice sounded rougher, harsher. He was distant with even mentioning Konigs massive structure.

And then he stormed off.

"Exscuse him Kõnig, he's just grumpy today. But, welcome to 141." And then he watched his gaze lock to yours. And you found his green eyes entrancing, sharp, like a double-edged sword.

You then watched as he quickly tore his gaze from yours before you excused yourself and went on auto-pilot as you rushed into the main quarters and then into your room and grabbed something from the bag next to your cot. Yes, you did laundry daily,and yes, you took the time every day to repack everything in your pack. But, it was a habit, especially after living your life out of a pack and always being on the move, a thing trained to always be ready to be on the go, to need to move from place to place. And you knew you had to quickly shower and get your clothes washed due to the mission tomorrow morning that hung over your shoulder. All you had to do was scope and snipe out coverage if needed and take out people when needed while the boys went in and extracted the info needed and destroying the base, courtesy of Laswell and her best of the best bomb makers designing little things that go" boom".

In your hands were sweats,socks,boxers, and a plain sweater. Your boots now kicked next to your cot as you practically ran to the bathroom. And welcomed yourself to the cold air before encouragingly entering the warm shower, and you almost scrubbed your skin raw. Knowing that this could be the last shower you take in God only knows how long due to the mission length unknown if anything were to go wrong.

And just as you seemed to have gotten in, you were getting out and drying yourself off and shoving on your clothes to ignore the redness of your skin and out you went,almost slamming the door behind you..

Watching the laundry washer go on and on in a circular motion as you heard boots click in the quiet area and up your head shot up before you locked gaze with König. And this time, he looked just the same amount of towering out of his gear just as he would with it on. And at the moment, he is sporting his boots,sweats and a loose t-shirt.

And then, without a single word, he left the room. Huh, nervous? Perhaps anxiety. Shrugging you then heard the sound cry out from the washer before you opened it and threw the clothes into the dryer and sat back down watching it turn..and turn..and turn....

Before you knew it, you were being nudged awake by someone only for your eyes to snap open and you instincts to snap awake as you kicked your legs out and tackled the figure in front of you and hearing them land underneath you with an 'ooff' only for the motion detection lights to flicker alive only to reveal you had slammed poor König underneath you. And you became self-aware of where your hips were. Quickly scampering off of him, you apologized profusely as you helped him to you feet only to be silenced by a light German thick accent breaking through from underneath his mask.

"Ah, no worries. I'm quite surprised at how someone so small can pack quite the punch! But I walked past the barrack area and your door was open and you weren't there so, I came back here to find you sleeping."

Face warming up, you laughed to yourself before thanking him as you took your outfit from earlier out of the dryer and folded the clothes only to find him standing there waiting?

As if he read you like a book, he suddenly broke into words, sporadically speaking swiftly.

Oh- sorry. I was just gonna walk you to your room- if you'd be okay with it?"

You watched him fiddle with his fingers nervously like a child would when caught in with their hand in the cookie jar.

"You can walk me to my room König"

And with that, He seemed to lighten up, and in silence, you two had made your ways to your room, and with that, He abided you a good night and left you to your own devises. And with huff, you made sure your pack was all set and you put the clothes needed for tomorrow on the floor next to the cot as you set an early 4am alarm before lying beneath to small blankets covering you now, savoring them and drifted off the rest before the hell waiting for tomorrow as the image of green eyes drifted into thoughts of sleep....