'Pompeii' Pt4.

'Pompeii' pt4.

Heyyyyyyyy suprise surprise New update!!! 👹 🙌

Warnings: cursing, nsfw and a sweet end

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It was seemingly weeks upon weeks of finally completing missions and aching yourself to the thinness of patience and energy of any kind you were finally what they would call "back to normal," in your nature, well, basically it was like putting a muzzle for the time being on a growing rapid dog, and soon the muzzle will grow to small and will need a new one. But for the time being, you are here and not snapping or lashing out on people over a cigar, or anything else for that matter for the time being that'd usually send you in a frenzy of flashbacks.

And that'd be thanks to Simon.

He was there, and you where there for him. Bittersweetly he'd be there, on missions covering your flank or there when needed for a comforting shoulder.

And now he was here standing here, his face revealed to you... his hair curled and blonde. Seemingly a slightly grown out buzz cut. His face had a scar on his right side, like a slash. Quick and sharp down the side of his face, slightly turning his left lip side down. His blue eyes bore down into your own eye like a love sick puppy.

"You're so.. Beautiful.." Murmuring the words, you grazed your hand gently to the left side of his face and daringly traced the scar with your thumb. And you felt him cringe away slightly in reflex before he relaxed into the palm of your hand before electing out a hard sigh. And he gently rested his forehead against yours. And you both stood there in peaceful silence on the balcony area of the base.. alone...and in silence.

You then shifted your head up to meet his now glancing gaze before he tilted your chin up, forcing your neck to Croon to meet his gaze before his thumb nudged your lower lip, gently grazing the scar of the exposed area of your mouth before he lowered his own lips to yours and pecked the around it hungrily, tickling you with his blonde stubble and reaching a slight giggle from you which then lead to your gently pressing the kiss against him. And this time, he returned it deeper with a content groan. And then within a few moments of staring into eachothers eyes, you both where racing through the base, his mask being rushingly shoved on as you two bounded like crazed children down the hall before rushing into his room, the door slamming behind you two, and once you turned to lock the door,the moment you turned he was towering over you, his mask discarded on the ground and him already pulling you into another onslaught of deep kisses and you returning them gladly like a starved animal. And then, with a slight tug of your shirt from him, you'd found that it was too hot,and with a glad break of the kiss you had found air,and cold relief from the air. In return, he was already kicking off his boots and scrambling to rushingly get his own shirt off. And with a quick grip of your hips, he had hoisted you up to his own and now pressed your back against the door,and with an effort you had kicked your boots off as you sought after him as his hands rested at your hips holding you down, teasing you. And casing your sweats to be painful for you with the growing of your hard on and the movement you two were making against eachothers hips had you both pressed against each other needingly.

And then, with one swift movement, the bed had made its way to caress your mere figure as his hands had already found their way to pull off your sweats and boxers in one fluid motion before his own, leaving you flush and reddened against the cold air that goosebumped your skin..and utterly made your shudder against Simon's own warm and rough hands as he went to work with you, caressing your chest and then traveled down your ribs before your hips and then with one moment that lead to the next, your legs where against his hips and you clinging to his figure as though your life depended on it... and the sounds you made where like utter and pure heaven to his ears.

And it seemed like an entire orchestra of music had played before he heard your voice heighten and your back against his chest, and watched your eyes squeeze shut and your brows furrow as the noises you made got louder and cracked slightly...and so he swiftly pounded you into a rough climax and sought after his own, leaving you I'm over stimulation as he let out a few groans,his body rocking against your writhing one that gladly took what he was giving,and then with one snap of his hips and a desperate cry from you, he was sent over the top and had came. And with a panted groan, he looked into your lust clouded eyes and watched as you pressed your forehead against his shoulder,catching your breath. And him his own, and the with one slight grab of your hips, he pulled out and settled himself next to you, and then fumbled with the covers and your shivering figure until you both where flush against one another under the covers and listening the eachothers battle drummed beating hearts and drifted off to sleep...

'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.

This is my first official fic writing that I've released,and yes this is probably going to be a continuous one and if you have any requests please do send me or leave em somewhere. :) again enjoy it and do let me know if there is anything you'd like to see me write

Warning:contains: foul language

'Adrenaline High'

-ghost×male reader

Soap winced partially as the heat beat down on him, he could imagine what ghost felt with that damned mask on at the moment with the way the heat was going. Sweltering the entire team to be in a pretty cranked mood, despite soaps attempts to make it any sort of light hearted as they waited for the new recruit to get off the now landing helicopter...

The way the cold air of helicopters wings blew onto you did only so much to reap the hot air of the environment around you from twinning your mood just a bit. Your gear was simple. It was always simple. You always never knew when you'd need to move or run. So you kept it simple with just cargo military pants with knee guards strapped onto your knees,the regulated combat boots, a tight black long sleeved under shirt and a vest with a bullet proof vest sewn into it. As well as a few sheaths on your body that where either hidden in your boots or somewhere on your body that held knives as well two holsters on your hips that also hooked onto your held two pistols and your sniper was strewn on your back by its strap. You felt the helo shutter as it approached the ground and once it got close enough You unhooked yourself and slid off,your head held low as to not catch it on the blades before you where able to stand up fully. The heat of the sweltering sun beat Down on you as you approached the group ahead, your eyes narrowing in on Price. Captain Price. You then shifted your focus to the rest, your eyes barely grazing them,even the one with a mask.. Ghost. You where cut off of your thoughts before they even began when you watched Price begin to approach, his movements loose and almost welcoming, which most definitely mirrored your more so stiff and alerted body language. "So this is the 'Hound' huh? He looks like a pip squeak" Alejandro spoke almost with a small laugh as he smiles like a dog baring his teeth, watching as you and Price walked side by side. Seemingly talking as he motioned to the group and your gaze following. Then.. soap chimed in, "turns out he's been in the game as long as L.t has..and he's known for his utter brutal nature on the battle field.. Pipsqueak my ass.." muttering the last half out loud to himself as the steps of the two now approaching got louder and louder as their boots crumbled on the gravel below them.

Ghost watched, the heat causing him to shudder a breath as he watched the so called 'Hound' step off the helo and walk alongside Price. Listening in on Alejandro's and Soap's conversation causes him to narrow his eyes as he watched the newbie walk. Studying him. And watched as he approached with the same intent of a hard Stare right back at ghost. That was...until he heard what Price said next..

"Alrighty boys, you know em as 'Hound' and that's what'll go by til' they want anything different. They've been caught up to speed and will acting as another hand in this team. We bunker down for the night and then tomorrow morning we set out for the task at hand that's been on in our hands for a bit now. Taking down the cartel running the streets in the nearby villages that's somehow trickling weapons to places they shouldn't be.. Ghost. You and Hound'll be our main horse power tomorrow."

"Fucking hell.."

"Gotta be Fucking shitting me."

The two then stared at eachother as they spoke in unsion at Prices comment. You shot a look at Ghost which earned a small glare from him as the atmosphere around you two visibly became strained..

This is going to be one hell of a ride.....

'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?

'To Whom The Bells Toll' pt4.

Heyyyyyy, I hope everyone is having an amazing day. Also, there will be changing perspectives here and mentions of horse riding. Keep in mind that I don't have a lot of info on the military and how they do things, but I know for a fact that they have mount units so we're gonna get that and also a look into your past as y/n in this story. :) Enjoy

🤠 cowboy y/n yall yee fucking haw (I also work as a ranch in the summer at my uncles ranch I do have 3 horses that I own so I have background info on things)

Warnings:foul language, fire, mentions of death of animals, and trauma as a child. As well as slight nsfw. 👹👍

Pitted bitterly as you walked.. no stormed, out of the training area you face reddened and hot. You didn't like how every time he touched you today, you got nervous..butterflies..and everytime his gaze cut through you.. you felt..alive. You felt as though his mere touch had burned you, and it was to the point that it was uncomfortably itchy. Like the skin itself was burning. Grouching a breath you released from your lungs, almost like a snarl. You had felt flames on your skin. Merely grazing your flesh. And it hit too close to comfort. Breathing in heavily, you then shuffled your steps to stilled position. Before glancing around and mapping the area around you. And then your gaze flicked to the signs on the walls that assisted privates to their areas. Stables?

Your bare feet snapped against the dry cold ground, stamping shrubbery and sticking down against the rocks gravel that cut your bare padding on your feet. Your hands feebly held multiple reigns to multiple horses as they plundered forward blindly, being guided by you in the dark as your father shouted words at you. Guiding you and the animals blindly away from the flames that licked your heels and seared your flesh and hides like a tease.

And once you had clambered up the hill side with these powerful mounts behind you...to safety, you turned, and all you saw was Fire. Buring your barn to the ground... and you smelt it..the coursing of the wood to ash, the hay bales billowing smoke out into the world around it... in slow motion, like a movie played in slow motion, it went.. and so did your reality until your ears winced at a shrill whinny that reared of pain and agony...fear...

Oh no...

You turned to your father only to have him shove more ropes holding steeds in your hands before he had plundered down the hill like something feirce..and into the flames... your uncle shouting at him and holding back your six giant drafts from plundering into the dark...

And all you could do was scream your fathers name as he disappeared behind the smoke and flame... and waited and waited... until the flames had died thickly.. and left you and your uncle in tears. You had lost your mother to sickness. And now here you were. Standing at his funeral as the summer day blew peacefully. He had gone back for his wife's horse. Your mother's horse. The last thing you had of her. A pretty white Dutch harness horse, bold and bright was the mare..like your mother...and now here you were at your fathers funeral in his futile attempt to save you mother.. it was said by your uncle that the two were found together in the mares stall, him holding her in a futile posture.. holding her in a hug like stand around the neck, and her with her body on the ground with her head in his arms..

The smell of horse and hay welcomed you like a bitter breath as the air around you blew into a smoky white, dancing amongst the air like a ghost would. The cold chasing the fire, he had ignited into you away for the time beinv.And then you locked eyes with Laswell herself..

And she approached your stunned figure like a deer in headlights, and she spoke..as you stood there like a babe caught doing something it wasn't supposed to. Embarrassed.

"Ah, long face soldier, at ease. I see you've come back to your roots, cowboy?"

A nickname she knocked onto you Like a billowing stallion. Once she had reached your files past and read it, you got the name. And every time she gave it to you,you felt like a child again. And you hated that. But loved..craved it at the same time.

"Yes ma'am."

"Drop the formalities here. We both came back to a place of safety and familiarity. Something that reminds us of home cowboy. Now, since you're here, do you perhaps remember how to ride?"

"I learned how to ride long before I've walked Ma'am."

"Good, come. Let's find us two mounts and saddles and hit the field. I think it'd do us some good."

And so, you went, tracing the stables like a kid in the candy store, your eyes peering and pursing at the horses around you as Laswell tried to find one to her liking as you did as well. Wanting to be reminded of home...

König grumbled as he stared at your retreating figure. Finding himself doe eyed at your outburst but pleased at how he prodded you to snap it open like a book. Seeping himself into what your thoughts were like worm. And for that split moment, he had done it. He had seen into you like a glass window with no curtains. The way your face scrunched up as you bared your teeth down at him, a rapid dog. Fitting for the Hounds of Laswells squadron unit. You hadn't broken his nose, just bloodied it, and knocked the wind out of his mountainous lungs, and had yelled in his face... with those damned y/c eyes. They seemed to just utterly shatter anything he had of a defense of his own being. And he didn't like that. The way they crawled his skin like a snake.

Poised and ready to strike.

He then, instead of making his way to infirmary, went to the bathroom. And yanked off his mask. His face reddened and seemingly bristled like he had been knocked out. And he had almost been. His nose reddened and dried with blood..the bleeding had stopped. Taking a piece of toilet paper into his hand, he roughly switched on the faucet and dabbed the scrunched up toilet paper with the water before limply wiping his face. Once done, he had thrown the bloody "rag" into the toilet and flushed. Before yanking his mask back on and storming outside to the track. Needing to find any relief to the tension, he still felt that frustrated him, gripping a sweater of his with him with a rough toss of his shoulders. And a slip of his arms it was on...and so was the cold that nipped his face as he made his way up to the track, noticing Soap and Ghost where up there just due to their outlines and head shapes... even from a distance he can tell.. A dynamic duo..

You had situated your eyes on a big black stallion. Who gave a small blow of his nose at you. Dutch harness horse. Approaching him slowly, you then shifted your knuckle to his tender nose and let him sniff, letting him tickle your skin with his breath. Humming in satisfaction, you then brought your hand up to the front of his face, the bride of his nose gently before giving it a light pat. His eyes, deep and loosened, a gentle giant. He then snorted before his ears swiveled forward toward you and then to something behind you. Noticing the change of ear movement, you then heard hoof clops..and then Laswells voice, turning you found her with a thoroughbred bay tacked up and ready to ride.

"Meet you out there, cowboy. Also, his name is Angus."

And with that, she had left you to your thoughts and mere presence with this horse. "Angus Huh? Well, you sure fit the size, boy." You then glanced around before spotting a wall of tack. And names that belonged to the fitted tack. Walking over, feeling the horses eyes follow you, you searched for his name before finding his saddle. Western. And then his bridle and toughened leather reigns so that they didn't drag on the cobble smooth ground. Grabbing them, you then approached the stall wall and tossed the saddle over the side, and let it rest there before evidently keeping the bridle in his gaze before slipping the cold heavy bit into his mouth and watched him relax into your request of him allowing you to slip the rest of the bridle up his head and behind his ears and allowed you to Thighten the straps onto his face snugly but comfortably. You then opened the stall door before slipping into the stall with the horse. Grabbing the saddle pad with a quick motion, you had placed it onto the groove of his back before his shoulder blades and not passing your three finger spacing of the saddle away from his strong shoulders and evidently good withers. Then came the saddle into your hands like old lovers, tenderly and gentle to you. Hoisting it onto Angus's back, you then situated it and tightened the girth of it on his stomach before double checking everything and then opening the stall door and grabbing the reigns and leading this battle horse out of his stall. His ears are ready and altert.. and it seemed it was only you and Laswell that were out here. Moments of peace for you two are not common with your tanking of field in professions.

Shutting the stall door behind you two, you then placed the reigns over his head and gently onto the saddle horn before holding him steady and then placing your foot into the stirrup. And then pulled yourself up and onto his back, gently placing your weight into his back to let him get a feel for you. You then situated your other foot into the other stirrup before taking the reigns into your hands and urging the stallion into a canter to the paddocked field that was, upon the sunlight glaring your eyes, gated as soon as you stepped out of the stable and evidently huge and lengthy. Enough room to well enough ride even the most profound race horses of the day to top speed and limits in one go.

König had approached the track to get a workout in, only to see Ghost and Soap Gaucking of the fence at something, following their gaze to down below, he had found them staring at the paddock for the mount unit. Pursing his lips, he strode over before making himself known, though he knew the two had already known he was there with their trained senses.

"What's are you both looking at?"

His accent strong and thick, and cutting through their murmuring, Ghosts gaze glanced at König before he nudged Soap, as he went back to watching the thing that was happening down below in the paddocks. Soaps voice,snapping Königs observation from Ghosts face to Soaps now moving one.

"Just watching Laswell ride. And a certain special team captain. Never knew that they knew to ride."

"Especially like that,nothing about having a background that involved riding was mentioned in profile briefings."

Ghosts voice pulled a look from the mountain of man as he glanced back down, this time his body shifting to face the paddock themselves and leaning against the fence he watched. Yes, there were two riders, but.. oh..

Oh..

Your hands held deeply into the mane of the now galloping but not sprinting horse below you, Laswell yelling something to you as her horse fell behind the massive strides of the mount beneath you,your quads pressing lightly into his sides and this was the speed he was giving you. Thunderous and daring.

Your one hand found itself patting his neck before restoring itself to the reigns that held his head. You had made a bet with Laswell, one lap around the whole paddock. A race. The first one to win owed the other a free smoke after this.

And well... not even at the first turn, and you had high hopes for her to beat you two.But the minute you had rugged an urged from Angus. And he had lunges forward, ears pinned forward and body lunging you had to hold at his thick neck for a moment before finding his mane with the reigns. The wind snapped the air from your lungs, and your face was beautifully, and your hair tossed around in the wind with the stallions mane that blew into your gaze like grass of the world that tore up beneath his hooves.

Konig found himself watching intently..almost too intently. Watching your body move in such sync with such a powerful animal. Amazed him. He has tried horse riding twice. Both he had found himself utterly over powered by the sheer strength the horses here gave. But...then again,...most backgrounds in the profiles had been backed out during briefings. But not his. And not yours.. well, for the file he had been given about you... he had read your background. Country grown and then sprung out into the world like a thrashing steed that you now rode upon. He read that you had climbed the ranks fast with your wits upon you, and the fact that you were a soldier...and a damn good one at that. And now here you were... riding seemingly strides in front of your superior on a horse that towers over you in strength and speed.. and he then watched you lean forward.. and watched as your quads evidently tightened at how you know held yourself into the saddle, your arms moving vastly with the horses head as it surged forward like a damn tank. A whistle sounded in his ear as he glanced down at Soap as he laughed before speaking, " Wouldn't wanna be caught ensared in those legs, they'd bloody snap a neck if needed, look at em just easily holding a beast like that." He felt something stir in him that made him bristle..not rage...not disturbance... jealously... he was feeling..jealous?

You felt the ground beneath you tremble as you both strode away with an ease much like a breath away from Laswelll and the througbred she rode. You now knew why such a strong looking thoroughbred wasn't on the race tracks. After zipping the second turn and making your way hallway through it, you then found yourself giving the horse his head, moving your arms with him swiftly and your body leaning forward and low. Your legs tighten against the saddle and his sides as you urged forward roughly and in response he had lunged forward and unleashed a speed that burned your face with stinging air and numbed it, a speed of such a mass of power that could have torn your arms clean out of their sockets if you dared to try and halter , hearing a loud whoop and something fumbled into the wind from Laswell you smiled to yourself as you both rounded the last corner before crossing the last corner...you had won.

Letting out a loud victory, whoop you then patted the stallions neck whilst trying to pull him into a slowed canter..and you did so with an evident grit of your teeth as you slowed the power house of an horse down to a slowed canter before he reared in decimated defiance or perhaps he too had felt victory. You cringed close to the horse own rearing body before he lowered himself back on all four hooves. Leaning his head down, he huffed before you laughed at him. Patting his upper neck, you then turned to look at Laswell, hair tossed and unkempt from the wind as she trotted up next to you and Angus.

"Well, I guess I owe you a smoke cowboy."

And as if on cue, she slid a cigarette pack out her pocket and tosses it to you. Grabbing it with a hand, you then slid the reigns onto the saddle horn, slipping two out and a lighter tucked into the plastic surrounding it before stuffing the rest into your back pocket you then handed her one before lighting one and then offering her a light, one that she thankfully took.

Inhaling the bitter breath of the first drag, you then looked out to the sky, clear..and the sun setting.... And then you felt that feeling again. Serena.

"I know you miss her, I do too already. And I'm sorry, I know you'll hate me now, maybe forever, for not letting you go, but your team needs you. And so does this operative mission."

"I know Laswell. That's why it hurts. Because I know I can't mourn. Not until I'm in my grave. Maybe then I'll be able to mourn. Perhaps not. Probably not. "

"Ain't that the fucking truth."

In silence, you both worked the horses out with a slow, cool down walk back to the stables as you spoke. Sharing bitter things of the past and a smoke. Simple things like that can change many things.

Huffing you put your smoke out with your dog tag, avoiding serenas as you did..like a hooligan before stuffing it in a place of your pants that'll be probably lost..

Dismounting,you then went your separate ways. She briskly thanked you for your time and cleaned and brushed her horse and tack up..and before she went to leave, she approached your still figure as it seemed to be in sync of a conversation to the horse with praise..

"You know, Angus's main rider and soldier assigned to him was killed a few weeks ago by a sniper, right on His back. I'm sure he'd love for someone to connect with. And I'm sure we'll both be here for a while Cowboy. He's all yours."

Nodding and a quick thanks you hid the excitement that now hid the grief that had pitted itself in your stomach through a crooked smile as you patted the stallion and grabbed his stall birdle and halter before slid the riding one off, the bit slipping right out of his loose and relaxed mouth before he shook his head and snorted and stood perfectly still as you slipped on his other one and clipped the lead onto it before tying him loosely to a post inside the stable and undid his girth and took of his saddle and then his saddle pad, putting them back to where they belonged you then went to work with rubbing his joints out and muscles loose, before scrubbing his coat and brushing it out to where it shined. Satisfied with your work you then took it upon yourself to make sure he had fresh water and feed...well...he was Yours...now..

Yours.. it's been..awhile since something had been..yours.

Leading him into his stall, which he went into with no issue, you then slipped off his halter and lead and hung them up on the hook next to his stall door. And bid him a good night before sliding the stable doors shut and glanced at him one last time before you took yourself back to the main base.. and back to the main hall... until a rough hand gripped your forearm and yanked into the darkness of an unlit room..not out of place for sleepy privates or soldiers otherwise...

Going to let out a yell, you felt a hand clamp down on your mouth mufflung it as the door was kicked shut..hearing the door Scruff against boots..

And shut you in complete dark.

And a sudden release of you,sent you stumblung forward for staggering on your heel to turn around in the dark..only for the sudden turning on of a light blinded you, sending your face to scrunch up at the sudden blinding.

And then a glare exceeded your face as you realized who had gripped you into the darkness. That damned snipers blanckava with bleach stained tears bore down into you with his damned eyes.. feeling that feeling you had felt earlier from him arise, sent your body buzzing with a hushed whisper of a border of an angered front bear itself up to hide the butterflies in your stomach..

"What do you want König?"

Your eyes narrowed at him as he then tilted his head to the side...like a fucking snake.. before he then approached, slowly. Like a hunter to an injured animal. And you sure as hell felt like a cornered beast as he advanced to the point you now were stuck up against the door.

"Well, for starters, I did not know you could ride like that..."

His face crept dangerously close to you before, then he watched you try to Avert your face and gaze away from his mask and peering eyes. Pursing his lips, he let out a grumble and rolled his eyes...

And his large roughened had found itself gripping your chin and lower face and forcing your head with enough force you swore you heard it Crack and your body startle from whip lash..

" Tsk tsk mein Schatz, I heard something from the Sargeant that caught my ears."

Cooing at you as your eyes furrowed until he leaned down close to your ears, his breath tickling them as he held your face still.. and you realized the mirror faced you both..... and you saw that he wanted you to see you reactions....

Gritting your teeth, that you knew he evidently saw or heard from your half exposed mouth... as you spoke..

"What is it that you heard coming from someone's ears whose not even in my regime nor task team König?"

Spitting the words out, you felt the butterflies in you worsen as he was enjoying this..like a game of cat and mouse...

"Well-"

Cutting himself off, he then pulled his face away from your ears to now being in front of you now, his eyes boring down into yours.. now blocking the mirror...his eyes now forcing themselves to be your mirror..

"I heard him see something about not wanting to be caught between those strong thighs of yours. Now it's had me wondering Maus.. on just what he was implying hm?"

And you felt your eyes widen, and you watched them go doe like in his reflection... and you shuddered at his eyes dragged themselves upon your figure.

"You mother fucke-"

"Hm.. I think that language is not needed in this moment, now is it..Cowboy."

The nickname chilled you..how did? No. It's not time for that.. thinking but not thinking you blurted out two simple words...without thinking..

"Fuck you.."

His face seemingly shifted as he smirked before using his free hand to pull off his snipers blanckava. Revealing a sharp jawline with a dark stubble and brown hair so dark that it could be mistaken as black that was short and poofed..like a growing out buzzcut that was freshly shaven two months ago.. his hand that now held your face had its thumb up against your bottom lip. His crocodile like eyes, now hidden by his blown up pupils.

"Wouldn't I love to take you up on that offer Leibe."

Your face then went red. And you knew that he knew it was..saw it was red now due to the look that crossed his face.

"Now If i did that, you'd be in tears."

Your face then narrowed at him as your gaze sharpened at his. You felt yourself practically drag your eyes up and down his figure that bowed over you and leaned against the wall with one hand,the other still holding your face still in his gaze.

"Prove it then," tilting your head to the side only to be pulled roughly back to being straight and still from his grip that now was harsher than before. His gaze now sharpened, breathe ragged...

"Are you sure?" His voice raspy and quiet this time. It's almost like a tender prayer to your words. Afraid of what was to come next. Fragile..like Glass he became in his expression as he awaited your awnser painstakingly..

"Yes."

Confirmation to his prayers like the divine themselves you saw his expression slip into a tender but smug smirk before he studied your face for any hesitancy. Even for an asshole.. a giant among men.. he cared. Rolling your eyes at his waiting, still body, you then used your two free hands to pull him forward and initiate the kiss. His body startled..he startled..before he leaned into hungrily. His hand released your face before both of his rough hands found themselves gripping your sides before trailing down your ribs that fluttered against his touch..until he reached your hips.. and hoisted you up into the air with ease. And your legs found themselves around his sides, resting at his upper hip area comfortably. And with a gasp, he broke the kiss...and before a full breath found its way into your lungs, you then were sucked back into the whirlpool of feral emotions you both felt at the moment.

And then you felt him walking due to the sway motion you felt against his hips moving in rhythm. And then you felt something hard touch your rear before he let you go, his hands finding themselves on either side of your now still figure as he broke the kiss as he studied your face with such a tender look. He had placed you onto the desk that every barrack room came with. But he had..two.. this one you noticed was empty and clear..while the other one had arranged products of hygiene,books and folders for paperwork. He then tilted his head to surround you with just him. And only him..enveloping you in the cedar smell of the woods the grandfather's of the giants that gifted him height such as the one he now had lived. A divine thing he was indeed.

A hand then roughly gripped at your hip before he tugged at your pants.. and you noticed the audible tent growing in his pants.. as if getting the memo of your eyes drifting, he was now quickly fumbling with his belt buckle and boots.. and well you..where a stuttering fumble of a mess.. your boots soon kicked off as your pants were mid way being yanked off by you alone.. until two large hands found themselves speeding up the process..your boxers being the only things hiding the now evidently boners you both had.. until you both sank back into a kiss. This one slower..deeper and much more decisive than hungry... but his teeth found your bottom lip and tugged.. before your hands glided up to the base of his neck to the rounding of the muscle that flexed and shuddered every time you fluttered over them..before your hands found themselves at his hips...and with a ringed tug you sent him a message that seemed to transpire red to flash through his eyes... as he tugged his boxers off with utter ease..until his hands found themselves at your hips and tugged at your boxers as well.. and without warning, tugged them off with enough force your legs burned for a moment until his utter grazing touch that slid up them as they now rested both at the crook of his own hips made them burn even more..like an electric touch... and that made your eyes go doe like as he cooed at you with pursed lips through a smirk....

Until he rested at the base of your inner thighs and made you shudder deliciously in his gaze.. And his gaze was rough.. and animalistic...

'To Whom the Bells Toll' pt2

Heyyyy so yeah delayed posting on my end and Tumblrs end. Sorry about that 😭

Enjoy 🙈

Warnings:foul language, mentions of blood,and gore.

With each sharp crunch of ice and snow beneath our feet. It left you wishing you had never agreed with Laswell to take this mission. Though You don't think the team nor You had a choice. Laswell had said that National Security was at risk, hence why this task force of yours was created in the first place. You almost feel like she put König with you to test how much bullshit you both can take. Because You where already fed up the moment you had entered the jet and You had to stand next to the giant of a fucking man. You had plenty of time to get to know this man in such a short time... and..

You were sure König could agree.

Maybe that's something you both can agree on.

Russian winter wasn't always the best time to be hiking through the wilderness on the outskirts of the fishing town,but timing and scerecy were of the essence. It was imperative that you had footed the rest of the way on foot for the sake of Russian intelligence being none the wiser.

The icy winds howled past your team as you then departed from 141, König trekking close to your sniper. Lucile untilshe also departed to take a place in the shrouded hillside with a snipers nest.

And then you stopped as you approached the mere outskirts of the town as buildings crept into sight through the thicket of trees.

Then a voice creeped out into your ear piece.

"This Bravo-134 in position."

Then you spoke. Pointing at Jake, one of your other members, and Maxwell. Your medic. And then König and motioned them to go left.

"This is Bravo 0-2 sending 0-8 and 12-3 your way sight on left along with 141s boy"

You could feel eyes dagger into your back as you ignored them. Hearing their boots straught out of ear sight.

"This is Bravo 0-2, 0-6 and I are moving out"

Serena.

Your second in command was Jake, but Serena was quieter.

And you needed silence.

And she needed it.

They had the "diversion," and you had you utter rumble of a breath in your chest.

"This is Bravo 0-2, going in with right side team."

"Roger than, 141s boy out."

A thick Austrian voice.

Fuckinb König.

And in you went.

Sniper nests broke into your sight as you both crept with a light jog until the whizzing sounds of a snipers bullet sipped the airs silence until light thuds sounded out..

Atta'girl Lucile.

Your feet broke out into a run, Serena shadowing you before she broke into your left side. Seemingly like dogs, you flew with harsh glints in your eyes

Then, you grabbed your gun and slid to the left side of the fenced area, finding its way to be strapped to your back. You tore wire cutters out of your left hip and snipped the fence open before plowing through the loose netting of the fence and into the camp you went.

And your gun found its way into your hands and with a quick eye, and with the assistance of the darkness, you clipped a silencer onto your gun, and off you and your partner went.

And all hell broke loose.

An explosion sounded on your left, causing you to shove Serena to the right behind a few crates as gun fire broke out. A grunt escaped from her as she then got up and started returning fire. And quick work your gaze made of some of the ground of Russians at this out post of a fishing village. Motioning to the group you ducked as she kept returning fire and ducking from it you crept to the right side of the gate,hugging it ad your crept closer and closer until two grenades gripped themsleves Into your hands and the clips sank itself into your teeth as you pulled them off and whipped them right at the group. And down you ducked.

"GRENA-"

A loud boom erupted into your ears that turned into ringing, and the sight of a light yellow came and went as it quickly came. But the smell causes your nose to quickly recoil to shallower breaths and something splattered over you and onto your face..and a couple thud echoed out into the air that now was silent.

"BRAVO 0-6 HOW COPY"

"STEADY AND WELL"

Good.

You then crept out of the hiding spot, your gun raised and poised to be fired at any given moment until the sight you saw beheld you to a sick satisfaction.

The smell of metalic crept out as you saw pinkish colors of someone's lower body and grey military pants now soaked with blood darkened to a reddish black, the part of the spine showed mixed with the intestines, severed and reddened through their pink shade and moistened texture, the right leg still twitched with nerves still thrusting through its systems. Blood scattered and practically soaked the concrete. Someone arm lay close by, bodies contorted in motion and missing pieces.

And then a groan erupted, causing your head to whip to the left, cocking to the side as Serena came into view on your right in your peripheral vision.

A soldier, male, laid trapped beneath a piece of shrapnel, his arm lay trapped beneath a sharper piece, evidently about to fall off at any given moment but still connected to the bone and nervous system as flimsy flesh held it together.

Approaching the soldier a badge caught your vision.

Commander.

Your eyes narrowed as you squated above the man in the dark. The street light that dimmed yellow was the only thing that masked the whitened, terrified gaze of the man in front of you as you spoke.

"Where is Hassan."

Hos gaze narrowed as he spat at you before mumbling something to you in Russian and on mere reflection of the moment you then stood up and pressed your foot against the tender wound.And he cried out and weakly pried with his other hand to try and push you off of his arm,writhing like a fucking worm.

Pathetic.

"I'll give you one more chance soldier. Where is Hassan."

Nothing, and then with a tight pressure of your foot you pressed down to hear a ripping noise come from this man's arm.

And then he broke.

With a pained gasp he broke out into a mumbled babble of a whimpered broken sentence before he repeated it. Clearer. Shorter.

"The D-do cking house awaiting pick up.."

The docks. Not far from here.

Pursing your lips, you released your foot from his arm to hear a relieved gasp come from him as he panted vigorously and spasmed against the relief from the wound. And then you cooed mockingly at him.

"That wasn't so hard was it? Now..let me"

Breaking yourself off, you then placed your foot against the sharp shrapnel that pierced the arm. And you pushed,and a pleasingly crack broke out into the night as the man screamed..

"Give you a hand."

A clean cut. A splattering noise made its way into your ears as his now dismembered arm flopped limply to the side. Oozing blood... and the bone slightly peaking.

He seemed relived.. and then pure utter horror broke out onto the man's face, and a scream went to make itself out of his pain wracked body. Until Serena brandished a blade and made quick work of his jugular as blood sputtered and scattered onto your boots and her arm.

Motioning her to move out, you both jogged quickly, leaving the now twitching body of the soldier on the ground in the concrete light.

"This is Bravo 0-2, Hassan is located on the docks awaiting pick up. I repeat, revendous quickly to the Docks!"

And with that, you broke out into a quick sprint, the dirt and concrete stone roads before your two whipped around the corner and into the docking area, guns drawn as you slammed into the docking buildings door. Shattering it beneath your weight as your guns ready to fire as you creeped through the building until one small creek made your body whip around, just enough to the point a bullet zipped past your head,causing you to stumble back and twist behind a pile of crates, Serena taking spot In a neighboring sack of something. The air stunk of gun powder and fish...and then with your back to the crates, your gaze caught sight of something...the Missile.

You then gritted your teeth before whipping up around the crates before releasing rapid fire, your teeth bared as a shout erupted from the air. And then a thud... you continued watching the men fall... gaurds.

You then turned to face Serena only to find her writhing on the ground, gripping at her chest. Your face dropped into shock as your heart pounded into your chest. You felt the color drain from your face until you threw yourself next to her,cradling her upper body onto your lap as your shouted into the comms..

"THIS IS BRAVO 0-2, WE HAVE A SOLDIER DOWN AND WE HAVE LOCATED THE MISSILE. I REPEAT WE HAVE LOCATED THE MISSILE AND HAVE A SOLDIER DOWN.."

Fuck...

You then took out your first aid kit and took out gauge and tried pressing it to stop the bleeding until sputtered breaths broke into her used to be staggering breaths..blood leaked through her nostrils and mouth as she struggled to speak.

"Nonono...No! Fuck, Serena save your strength.."

And then, with a strong grip, she spoke. Her gaze blazing with acceptance and a look of determination...

"Sh-shoot..mmnnn.."

With a groan of pain, you went to say something as she spoke..

"Shoot the fucker down...."

And with that she limply gripped her dogtags off and ripped them with what was left of the strength in her strong but shaking limbs..and shoved them into your chest,and then your held her shaking hand..

"You're gonna be okay Serena.. You're gonna be ok -"

You heard one last shallow breath escape her shell of what she used to be and then nothing...

"Serena?..."

Your face then broke Into its used to be harsh look...

"Serena!"

No....

Looking up at the ceiling, a harsh bite hit your bottom lip as you blinked back tears as you shakily spoke into comms. As the footsteps broke into your line of sound...and then stopped...

"This is Bravo 0-2.. Serena is down. Requesting back up from left side group to retrieve the body and then locate the boat in which Hassan is in.."

Capture or kill.

Then Jake's voice broke out into the Docking house..

"We're here, Max, get the Blood prepared for trasfu-"

before he stopped... and saw the sigh of a now limp and dead Serena in your arms with your hands still gripping the bloodied gauze to her chest with a shaking grip...

"Scheisse.."

Looking at them from the corner of your eye,you then spoke bitterly. Nonchalantly... like nothing had happened.

"Jake, Maxwell, Take the boat out to Lucile and then transport to the chopper point."

"But-"

"Jake."

With a harsh tone, Max nudged Jake before he nodded to you and approached the body. Of what she used to be. And then took her head off of your lap and gently placed it onto the floor..your pants and arms soaked with blood. Her blood.

Fuck.

"Me and König will find Hassan and take him out and then cripple the Missile. Now go.."

With a knod, Maxwell hoisted the limo body of your guys comrade, and with Jake, they left. Her dogtags are still tight in your hands before you swiftly yanked them onto your head before tugging it under your gear. And then approached the Missile. König standing gaurd outside of the Docking Building as you made swift work of cutting wires that needed to be cut in the Missile. Before jamming a blade into its wiring panel. Making it unfixable. Pulling your blade out and then shoving it back into your sheath you then spoke..

"Let's go..."

Shoving past the mountain of a man, you then heard him mumble something directed to you, ignoring it. You then looked at the three ships on the docks...

Two seemed to be abandoned small Russian military boats and the other a normal fishing boat.

"I got the the two on the left, take the one of the right."

With a glare to the side of your eye, you watched him solemnly nod to you..huh...

Barging into the first deck of one of the military boats and turning your flashlight on, before whipping around the corner around the front part of the deck and made your way to the front part of the ship, toward the bow. And then rounded to the steering amd control area of the boat..nothing.

Heading out of the boat, you spoke hushed into the comms between you and König, "Clear. Checking second now"

"Roger."

Spiffy. Asshole. Scoffing, you then headed toward the fishing boat and hopped into the back deck before searching the captains area. And then rounded it and found it to be clear.. before you creeped onto the front deck on the right and approached the edge of the boat... and checked the water for anything...

And felt a rush of footsteps only to round your footing to release two quick shots from your gun only for the figure to just blindly leap at you and slam into you,your gun was flung out of your hand,and slammed onto the deck with a bang as you felt the edge of the boat soon become nothing but air as the cold harsh thwack of the thin ice break with your weught and water below strike you and envelop you into darkness as you made out a figure...and then the familiar face...Hassan.

Bleeding from two wounds in his side, you both blindly tangled away and toward each other as your staggered back with quick thrush of your legs only for him to rush a quick burst of a swim and slam you into the rough edged of one of the concrete pillars holding up the dock..and then a glint met your eyes as you ducked, the quick sharp split of the knife zipped through the air before your pistol hidden in your boot found its way into your hands a up It went up against the thrashing Hassan..and then a bang...

Blood enveloped your vision as he then stopped moving. Then you watched as the whites of his eyes roll to the back of his eyes before you kicked his sinking figure away from you as you discarded your now ruined pistol, feeling the cold shock through you as your lungs screamed. .. clawing to the surface, you then broke the top of the thin iced water coughing and clawing limply at the ice toward the dock to try and climb it or even grab its edge to pull you up... only to feel yourself slip on the ice, and it breaks under your thrashing weight and paddling swimming strides..

And the cold shocked through your body, causing you to shiver until a large hand grappled your right arm and pulled you out of the water with a hoisted Grunt until your "hero" unceremoniously tossed you on the deck as you shuttered and caught your breath..

König. And in silence, he crouched next to you, gasping figure as the cold enveloped your every sense and figure.

"What happened?"

"Fucker rushed me on my blind side... and down we went. Now, if you don't mind my prince in shining armor, I'd like to not freeze to death."

With a scoffed chuckle, he threw your gun at you before he yanked you to your feet just as your gun was in your grip. And without warning, he began to stride into a sprint. Even with the thick, shrouded clothing you wore. It was soaked. And heavy. And slowly feeling like an icy tomb on your end.

And with a shaking breath you shouted as you ran.

"THIS IS BRAVO 0-2 I AM ICED AND FREEZING MY FUCKING BALLS OFF WITH KÖNIG, MISSILE HAS BEEN DISARMWD BEYOND REPAIR AND HASSAN IS DOWN. AWAITING PICK UP AT DOCKS EDGE"

Then, a familiar voice broke out. Prices.

Good fucking God.

"Roger than Captain Y/N, Choppers already on its way"

Scoffing, as you both stopped and waited for pickup.. which seemed only a mere moment as the chopper broke out into sight...and With a quick movement it lowered and you and König hauled ass to the chopper, leaping into the chopper , you dare not look at the sheet that covered Serenas body as Price shot you a sorry look. And then he watched you shiver as the cold air, basically going to catch hypothermia if he delayed giving the pilot the ok to fly out...

And off you went, and out you spaced as you realized that she was gone...for good...and as if he sensed it, König found his way next your figure and sat down next to your shivering figure and patted your back teasingly.

"Yeah yeah piss off König."

"Ah, but then you'd miss the mere presence of me."

"Fuck you."

"Vielleicht nehme ich das Angebot an."

"Yeah whatever you said."

And in silence, you both sat as the chopper made its way to base...

Once the chopper landed, you practically had defrosted after changing areas and thermal seasons. Now you were a dry damp. And here you were, watching as people who took care of the soldiers dying on the field or while still in service take her away...

They took your statement of what happened while in action before questioning her dogs tags before explaining to them what happened. And then they left.

Leaving you damp,wet, and numb.

You hated this. Gaining a member, and then losing someone to something. You now went from a pack of 5. To 4. And Laswell won't recruit anyone else to your team. Saying it's not needed.

You felt a hand on your shoulder before you shoved it off and turned around. König.

"I'm fine"

Hissing the words, you rushed away, no stalked away from everyone else, and threw your guns into your room and discarded your gear on the floor before rushing into a shower in the personal showers in the barracks before getting into a pair of sweat and a clean pair of boxers and socks...and laid in bed. .staring at the ceiling...numb.

Fuck.