'To Whom The Bells Toll'

'To Whom The Bells Toll'

König x reader

Warnings: foul language

So, this will be as lengthy or possibly longer than adrenaline high, and so the possibility of an every two day posting or day to day base will most likely not be possible. So there will be either one to two parts posted weekly at scheduled times on the respecting days:Monday and Thursdays.

These chapters will also be much longer,give or take the range of 1,500-3,000 words or longer for each chapter.

Parts of the fan fic are not a part of the campaign as I do not like to stick to the game, so be warned if things are a little out of whack. As well as locations will also be made up.

Enjoy:)

Just as your back had struck the cold metal of the choppers belly,you felt relief from the harsh heat that broke down onto you and your team. Respectfully, Laswell had assigned you to the task force 'Dark' given your team, and you have had your fair share of doing things behind the scenes and doing thing sometimes even the government isn't even aware of until Laswell herself gets word from your team and report it back to base and then the government. And now you all were on your way to a touch and go base somewhere out in the Pacific coast line of Australia... to help or well give extra set of hands to the task force 141, and you'd be damned if Captain Fucking Price though he'd be commanding your squadron. Your team. Your family. As far as his bucket ass is concerned, your title as Captain holds you as commander on your team.

And his on his.

Turns out some sort of uprisen activity of a wanted fugitive, Hassan. Had missiles. American missles, and now here you were being sent out to help these boys out due to the uncanny fact that they got screwed over by the US governments task force : the Shadows.

Your pack lay hard against your back as you pondered what the hell made you stay. After taking a bullet to the face and surviving with basically the left side of your mouth exposed to one of your first missions to date for a commanding officer, you were "saved," but had been given the offer to stay or be departed from your team... you stayed. Scared and knurled, you climbed your way bitterly to the top, and now found yourself captain of your beloved team.

Your fingers subconsciously traced the mutilated side of your face. The scar ran down to the bottom of your chin to culr its way up to your lip or where they'd be on the left side. All that was left was a pinkish thin line of scar, and what was left of them on that side. The scar left no skin to protect your upper gum and teeth area. Leaving your teeth and canines exposed on that side. You were once ashamed of it. Before realizing that It showed you truly were a survivor.

And as the people at base call you and your team, "Laswells Hell Hounds".

Fitting to the monstrosity of things you've all seen, been through and have been left scarred with. Either mentally or physically.

Glancing over your members. Your eyes ghosted them as they conversed, gladly leaving you to be alone for the time being until you were to speak. They knew how you got on choppers. On alert. Hostile even. You never liked choppers. Always gave you the feeling of being open to being popped right out of the sky.

Almost 3/4th of your squadrons members had visible scars or mutilation from missions.

Others had them worse behind clothing and the protection of cloth.

Only 5 of you.

And you 5 where utter machines.

And you could it feel it. The urge itself to move even while sitting on the chopper. The way you shifted in your seats, your eyes scanning over everything, the constant checking of your guns.

You all were bred for it. Best of the best. Weened right off of the teat of the training programs and chucked right into others to morph you all into the beings you are now.

Like rapid dogs, you all tore up the battlefields. Secreted dread from any other teams you where placed on.

And as the wind weeded unto your now sweat dried face, you only would imagine what awaited you five when you stepped off this chopper.

Imagine, funny how you couldn't lay a finger on what would happen, yet here you all were. Standing in a dust filled room with the sun slowly creeping in like a shadow would, dancing with the dust with its rays that danced off parts of skin and wretched its way harshly onto the outlines of the guns still held in your hands like defensive dogs.

And give or take you held a scowled look, almost a snarl on your face. Couldn't help it with how you face looked now.

Scoffing at the words of your own sourness as your eyes danced along the members of the others team.

You've worked with some of these men before.

Soap Mctavish. Simon Riley. And Price.

But a new face caught your eye.

One who was hidden behind a snipers mask but was evidently too tall to even be a sniper in the first place.

Intestresting.

And you felt his eyes lock onto yours. Crocodilan. Sharp.

You felt the hair on the back of your neck. You felt your face scrunch up slightly, your teeth baring harsh together as you forced a quick smile. And you could feel his eyes narrow at you, his back straightening and his shoulders squaring.

You could just feel that you two would be butting heads.

Feeling yourself space out at him like a rapid dog, you snapped back into motion with a blink before cocking your head audibly toward Laswells voice, the tall ones figure kept in the corner of your eye. All of their team was kept in the corner of your eye as she talked.

"The main goal is to get Missiles back out of the hands of Hassan. So far, we have gotten one missile out of this bastards hands. But there are two missing. Mind you, these are American, leading in for us to believe that Hassan had some ties with the Shadows and Sheperd. Which also has come to the lead of Hassan having ties in Russia. We may have a lead on the Missile."

"Where?"

Her gaze snapped to your voice as it rung out, your brow quirked up, waiting for her to answer.

And she seemed pleased to see her "hounds" ready.

"Russian Town on the border of Ukraine,океан or ocean. He is believed to be there as well. He is the second primary target of this mission. Capture or kill. Do what you may, but we need to get that missile out of his hands. You all will take one jet out. And then will weave through the rear end of the border between the town and the ocean cutting at the base of them both. And through the border, you will split. 141, your duty it to ensure a clear path way for the recovering chopper, Gaz will take an overlook and snipe. After that, Y/n will take their team and swipe the ground clean and recover the Missile and hopefully kill or capture the mad man behind this all. You have until tomorrow evening 6 sharp to rest and prepare. Dismissed"

And with that your Team had already weaseled past the rest, leaving you to shoo them off as you stayed back with the expected look from Laswell to stay and wait for the other to leave. And the rest did. Besides the hulking crocidle next to you.. of a man they called König.

And she spoke.

"König will be with your team. He is big and large and will divert eyes enough to pry attention from your guns to take the eyes eye ."

"Ma'am, I will allow him to work with My team. But he will stay clear of my way."

"As I expect him. And I expect you to ensure he stays clear out the jaws of your team. Dismissed."

And with that, you turned and left. Your eyes narrowed at König as you walked past him. And he followed After, before shoving past you like a child.

"Ah, excuse me bitte."

And with that and a heavy Austrian accent, he was gone as you both spoke in unsion.

And as you walked out after him you faintly heard a voice..Laswell.

"Don't blow it Y/n..one shot."

Fuck...

🙌😭 the new release of the next chapter of 'Whom the Bells toll' will be delayed tomorrow afternoon northeastern time due to Tumblr deciding to not want to work with me rn with posting it and I'm not about to lose an entire weeks worth of work.

Sorry guys 👍😟

Im literally sobbing right now, like I'm literally crying as Tumblr just glitched and just deleted a whole two days' worth (32 hours to be exact) of me writing out drafts and getting the ones for this fict in progress to be posted tomorrow and tonight. Great. Awsome. Everything is just Awesome.

'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...

'Pompeii ' pt3

Warnings: mentions of ptsd,war, and angst

Yeah, so just like the konig one, this is only to get one more part due to the fact that I wanted this to be a more so bitter sweet and cut to the chase type fic. But don't worry the longer ones are on their way

The blinding lights that seemed like the heavens gates opened up and beamed down onto your eye, utterly filling it with blurred circles and twos of everything. And then a snarl erupted from your lips at the blurred faces above you as you lunged upward with an impeccable view of the adrenaline swimming through you to fight at whoever was blurred in your vision until a harsh grip held your shoulders and utterly pinned you still back down against the beds groaning metal frame and mattress that seemed to drowning you. Everything burned. Everything rang. Everything was buzzing.

You were..

Alive?

Your focus then snapped back into reality, almost like a whiplash, and then everything went...quiet. So utterly quiet...the calm before a storm it seemed.

And then you saw a pair of blue eyes boring down into your own.

"Simon?"

It's been months and months of hunting down the rest of the cartel. And months and months more of rehabilitation due to your undying stubborness to stick with 141 even with a knurled face and one eye. And Ghost...no.. Simon was there every step of the way. You made it out of there barely alive, and they said, with a broken rib and almost a snapped spine... lucky they said. Lucky. But..it didn't take away your ability to shoot.. or even utterly be even perhaps a better soldier It seemed. Gave you an edge. And made you like a rapid dog with the wrong things.

And that just happened.

Price was smoking a cigar and got too close to you and then your blind spot, and once the smell hit you..

All you saw was the room filled with dirt and the smell of blood as you recoiled and swung yourself frantically in pain in the chair. Your vocal cords raw and pain stricken your eye tumbled to the floor and all you felt was excruciating pain and your face was pinned..and the smell of Burning flesh filled your nostrils as a cigar was all that was your other eye saw before it snapped shut as you reared around mad with pain..

it was too late for Simon, who was sitting right next to the two of you... and he watched as your pupil dilated and your scarred side of your face that now reveled quite the sight of some of your side teeth, including your lower jaw and upper,canines,gums,and tongue as well, and traveled up to the now empty and healed hole of an eye socket... roll into a snarl, more so your teeth baring as you twisted at Price and the white of your eye showed pure utter horror as strangled noise came out of you. Followed by a noise of a stool clattering the floor, Price yelling and the noise of a loud thud. You had whammed him right in his face, and Simon had almost ran out of his chair while the others checked on Price, and you practically reared out of your chair, panting harshly as you hit the tiled floor with a thud and Backed up like a spooked animal would frantically against the drawers of the kitchen. Your eyes were wide and horrored as you realized what you had just done. And then you saw the look in Prices' eyes change from being practically gobsmacked to a soft sorry look as he realized what had just happened.

Tears pricked your eyes as the images just utterly fluttered through your skull, and all you saw was Ghost veer into your vision.

And then he looked over his shoulder before snapping back to you as you spoke,

"Fuck! Price I'm sorry....I'm so sorry"

And then Price, as he was getting up, spoke, as he left the room, practically and evidently going to the infirmary to get it checked out with the knowledge that you had drawn blood,

"Easy kid, you didn't. There's nothing wrong, I should've known to stay away from ya on that side let alone with a cigar."

And with that He was gone.

And so was everyone else.

Just you and Simon.

And then, you felt yourself unable to even breathe, and as a harsh pant filled you lungs with gasps, a harsh hand gripped your chin to look him in his eyes. Your eye wincing as it struggled to focus on just one eye or let alone anything else in the room.

"Easy there, hey,Hey! Just look at me. I know you can still see my eyes through the mask. Focus there. You're fine. Your ok. I got you now. I got you."

And with a choked sound, you utterly just hugged the man, and you both sat there as you cried into his shoulder, and your breath returned..and you two sat there long after you had stopped crying, with you sniffling and him just sitting there holding you as he lowly whispered small words of encouragement and kindness? All you felt was the rumble of his chest as he spoke..his breath..his heartbeat

And slowly, by the steady and strong beat of the man that held you, you had been lulled to sleep.. and you found yourself with the best sleep you've had for months after the incident.

'Pompeii'

Ghost x Reader

Warnings: Blood,mentions of guns,warfare, cursing, and above all else, utter angst.

Hey, so this will be one of the darker fics I will be writing. Be mentioned this will reflect on what happens to soldiers during wars and after and will show the light of military relationships and how relationships like that are. Anyhow, I hope everyone is having an amazing day and to get some rest pls!

It was a hot summer day, the sun beating down like a glove on a small boy with tufted Y/C hair that seemed to whip in the wind wildly boldly leaped over a log, laughing as he did so, his toy gun made of wood aimed and firing at pretend enemies that stood in his way, a "pew pew" would escape his giggling lips as he did so. And as he weaved in and out of bushes, he grabbed a pine cone and threw it laughing wildly with glee as it rumbled the sun into a dance with its shadow that blocked out the sun out the boys eyes and spoke with a glee filled voice.

"GRENADE!"

The worda left you with a spoken sound of a blind yell, explosions sounded ahead of you that rung your ears raw, almost mufflung everything else around you as the smell of metalic and utter gun powder and sulfur stained your nostrils as your eyes held ahead harshly, your gun aiming and firing as you watched your grenade fly and hit its target and watches the artillery truck blow up into nothing more than smoke and flames. Your gun held tightly in your hand as bullets flew from it, landing its mark from its chambers into the body parts of the men and women who stood in your way.. and you did so without a single thought as you crouched behind a crate of rubble and fired from cover as the onslaught of bullets and explosions filled your ears... but the utter terror of soldiers wounded all alike that laid down on the field everywhere, either with dead corpses or not they laid and cried out in agony and fear.. And the medics could only grab so many at a time.. You then felt a bullet whizz past your face, and on pure reflex, you fired a returning bullet or two and felt your adrenaline soar as you moved forward, firing and firing, reloading and reloading as you and your team.. Moved forward, utterly sprawling the area with gun fire and dead bodies ontop of the already dead or wounded.

And it seemed like a repetitive cycle until the enemy fell. Until the terriostic group, you were all sent out here to dismantle for the US governments peace of mind was down and left in utter nothing. You didn't remember who for Or why you were here. But all you was that you got here with no help, not from family, none. All you knew was that the blood soaked your skin and dusted it, holding a sticky feeling to it. Your body heaving with breath and ache as you marched in line to the chopper, all you thought of was just stalking to the infirmary and getting your guns cleaned and put away and a shower...you almost gagged at the smell of the blood and weeks upon weeks of being out on the field finally setting it. The way the mud caked your boots and your pants, your rolled up sleeves covered almost every inch in dirt and blood. You shivered and continued on to one of the many choppers waiting for you ... and once you had gotten your footing into the chopper, you slunked into your seat and dozed off..

The boy found himself racing home to meet his dog and his family. Knowing his Ma was making dinner,the dog waiting in the yard for him,and his pa soon to arrive home from work. He approached his little red house with a blue roof with white doors and window frames and races into the back door to meet his mom with a hug and to be greeted by his dog woofing, a German shepherd, who was a puppy, a child much like the young Boy. He was home.

Awaking to the chopper door opening and the cold air seeping into your bones was one of the many ways to awake lately. And your body protested you standing up and picking up your pack, your life, everything all you've had and known for five years was sitting in the bag you now where slinging over your back. All you've known..for what seemed like forever. And as soon as you stepped off the choppers ramp, you were met with rain, heavy,skin stinging rain. Glancing up to let it hit your face, all you could appreciate was appreciate it. To just soak it up for just a moment as you walked in line with the other soldiers. All moving their way to the amrpty and then obviously to the showers and then bed. Oh, how badly you wanted to sleep. To rest.

And then that beautiful thought came to light and then suddenly shattered the minute you heard your name being called.

"PRIVATE L/N GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE!"

Shit.

Whipping your head to the noise, your commanding officer..the heaf fucking hancho who seemed to have a stick up his ass.

General Fucking Sheperd.

And it seemed to be another with him.

Twisting on your heel, you jogged with what the last of the energy you had left could muster. Your body groaned and cried as you did so, and then, with a sharp stop in front of them, you folded your body into a sharp soldier salute pose and spoke with as much of a voice you could ever speak with at this point.

"SIR!"

And then with that, you put your stiffened and dirty arms behind your back and stood there with your shoulders crying out from the ensured indent you have from your pack holding itself on your shoulders for as long as you had been deployed for.

"At ease L/N, This is Captain John Price. Otherwise known as your new commander as far as you are now concerned."

He motioned to the man. Who seemed very well aware of taking care of himself if it even ever came to him having to do it. He seemed to be a different shepherd. Someone who actually knew what it was like on the field. And you could tell just by the scars that illuminated from his hands in the post lights of the base you had landed on.

"Sir?"

"You are now assigned to help Captain John Price and his task force team alongside our shadows to go to Las Almas and take down the cartel there and get information on the four missing missles that somehow went missing in departure and delivery to their location. That is all you need to know as of right now. One hour, you have to clean your weapons and freshen up and meet out here for departure to their base on their chopper. Do not be late soldier."

"YES SIR!"

And with that, you turned on your heel and practically dragged your legs toward the Amory and took apart and cleaned every little speck of your gun, two pistols, their holsters and the knife hidden at your lower back, your boots, you upper thigh and one hidden at your calf area. And cleaned their sheaths. And with that, you left, took them along with your pack, and into the barrack area that was filtering in and out soldiers of any rank and kind as you set your pack down into your barrack room,before rushing to grab clean clothes and your giant duffel bag and began to pack every thing you had,your clothes that where here, your thin blanket, and whatever else you had there , checking the time. Still have 45 minutes left. Good. And with that, you grabbed the normal white socks and military camo print cargo pants and a thin black skin tight athletic long sleeve and then a dark blue crew neck sweater before you rushes to the showers...and scrubbed and scubbed every portion of your skin as it cried out in glee from the contact of the hot water on it. And just as you were in there, you were out, and drying off and shoving your clothes on and once your boots were on and your belt was clicked you quickly dried the rest of your hair till it was a damp dry and headed out,throwing your..well used to be your clothes into the hamper,knowing they'd be given to another private once washed and repaired. And then, within a split moment, you had your pack on your back,tightened against your back as much as it could be, and then your duffel bag with your things from your now barren barracks in one hand ,while a duffel bag that held your weapons and a good amount of respected ammo magazines for your gun laid in it. And out onto the helo pad area you went, your eyes searching for a tan Kahki grey bucket hat, and spotted it before glancing at your watch. 7 minutes early. You then jogged over to Now your captain. Price was his name.

And then once he saw you in his line of sight, he spoke, and he reminded you of an old dad you saw one to many things in life..hah.

"Alright, soldier, load up, and welcome to 141." And as you ducked from the helos sharp wings and finally made it inside of the metal belly he contuied as you both two your seats across from one another.

"I've read your file. When it came to your background, it was blacked out. So I'll hone off of the past stories for now. But you've been here for 5 years and have shown amazing marksmanship and other qualities for anything other than a private on a task force that was deployed out to fo the dirty work the shadows or the US government didn't want to do. So why did you deny to be brought up another status?"

"Because I prefer where I am Sir."

"Drop the formalities L/N, just call me Price."

"Price...why me?"

"Because I'd prefer a fresh set of eyes and attitude on my team. And besides, you're just what the team needs as of right now."

"Sir?"

And with a deep sigh, he spoke once more. Almost either surprised you still called him Sir or letting off whatever thought he just had of his nose, he looked serious doing it as his gaze meant yours.

"You know how to use a gun, a blade, have passed the courses like they were a playground,and have shown to be an amazing soldier on the field L/N.. And we need that if we're to take down this cartel and find these missiles."

Firepower. And manpower.

All the help of What they can get.

And then, at that moment, you knew deep down that this was going to end in millions dead or utterly laying your life on the line.

And you knew what option you were going to take in the end at the end of the day.

Soon arriving to the Base, you were met with an empty helo pad. Quiet. Strange to your usual busy in and out one back at...home?

Ignoring that thought, you followed Price out of the chopper and briskly charged through the base with him as he pointed and explained where what was where and what was what. Normal placement for everything, just like back at the other base other than a few things that'd be easy to memorize in a couple days. And then it came to the barracks, you both passed down an empty hall only for you to see someone with a shaved mowhawk to be sitting on the couch in what seemed to be the main area of "their section of the base " as Price had said watching TV.

"You'll meet the boys tomorrow, but this is Soap, Soap you know bout L/N," and then he turned, and you watched as Soap grinned like A child as you and Price have stopped.

"Welcome to the team kid"

With a nod, you then continued after Price down the barracks, glad to find them empty as your then found yourself standing at the doorway of what was now your home for the next give or take time of how ever long. Possibly your last. Scoffing that thought, you gave thanks to Price as he patted your shoulder and left you to retire for the night as you then unpacked your two duffel bags but left your battle pack to the side for the night knowing you'd repack and go through it tomorrow. And once shoving your clothes in drawers and personal items and hygienic items on the small dresser that belonged to you. Only then did you untie your boots and belt and slip out of your muddy and obviously worn boots before setting them next to your clean ones and with a Groan you pulled out your phone and set your alarm to wake up on your usual sleep schedule othe than the fact of a normal schedule for weeks for being deployed for such a long time. And thje you set it on your charger next to the cot that had a pillow before laying your thin blanket on it and shifted your clean pants off and folded them and left them on the dresser side before gripping a pair of sweats in your hands and yanked them on before turning the side lamp on your dresser off and layed in your bed, finally finding peace and rest for a mere moment of rest...knowing the night will be restless like all the others from the years of war. As soon as you were prime out of the crop of training, you were thrusted into war and then into secret missions like the one you were just on. And the things you've seen have been utter horror, so you lock them away..only for the day because in the night they surface. And haunt you. And so you lay yourself down into the cot mattress and found yourself utterly succumbing to sleep gladly...

Finally, being able to ignore what was going on around you and what was to come. To leave it for the morning. The utter morning will it hit you again, and you'll feel it. But that's the morning, now you slept.