Call of Duty Oneshots

Simon "Ghost" Riley x König - Taste Test

It was late morning when König woke up, birds were singing outside his window and soft sunlight seeped through the curtains of his apartment. König rolled over and grabbed his phone, which had been buzzing for the past 10 minutes. He groaned as he checked the time, 1049. König sat up letting the blanket fall off his bare chest and opening his phone to see what the buzzing was about. Apparently he had been added to a group chat with about seven other people. They had been texting non-stop since 0800, König yawned as he opened the chat and scrolled through the past messages. Half of them were his teammates John "Soap" MacTavish and Kyle "Gaz" Garrick arguing about a football match that had happened a few days ago. König finally managed to figure out why he had been added, he had been invited to Soap's apartment for a party. There was no indication of any special event happening, just a casual meet up with drinks and music. König sighed deeply thinking about his options, he didn't like social gatherings but this would be the first time he had the chance to see all of his teammates in over four months.

The whole of the task force had been on break for the last two months, König for two extra months, recovering from an injury. Captain John Price had forced them all to rest after a particularly brutal mission which had left them all sweating in their beds for several nights after. All of the men had separated and gone to their military supplied apartments all over the uk. König had ended up in London, which he wasn't fully opposed to. It was easy to travel around and he was able to meet lots of other international people. After searching though the messages more König managed to find Soap's address. He was based in Aberdeen which meant either travelling an hour by plane or seven hours by train, and given König's hidden fear of planes, he chose to book a train ticket from London to Aberdeen that morning.

The party had been set for a week's time, giving everyone enough time to sort out their travel plans. König was going to be traveling the furthest so Soap had offered to let him stay in his own apartment for a couple of days so he could rest before and after the party. König had take him up on the offer very quickly, not wanting to have to pay for a hotel for only a night. Once he had established all the details, König finally got out of bed heading to the bathroom to shower. König turned the water on before catching himself in the mirror and cringing. He looked so ragged it was almost embarrassing. He had spent the last few months in his apartment, barely moving around so he could recover quickly from his injury. He quickly showered then dug around in his bathroom cabinet for a razor, finally finding one after what felt like hours. He lathered his face in shaving cream and carefully removed his scruffy beard. Once he was finished he took a spare towel and ruffled his hair, drying it enough that he could leave the house without looking like a drowned rat. König's hair had grown down to his jaw and was incredibly untidy.

König dressed himself in some basic civvies and placed a regular face mask over his face before heading out to the barbers. He wanted to be at least a little tidier before he saw his friends. After about an hour he left the barber's again, hair cut and about £20 lighter. London prices were brutal as usual. König headed into a nearby clothes shop smiling as the owner waved at him.

"König! I didn't know you were back in the area mate, here for some clothes again?"

König nodded, he knew the shop owner well because his shop was the only one in London that did tailored civvies. They had talked every time König came home on break and had grown pretty close. He left the shop a little later with little note with date on it for when his new clothes would be ready.

The rest of the week flew by and before König had registered what was happening, he was on the train heading to Aberdeen. He spent the majority of the journey working on his reports for Price. He had been given more written work during his recovery than he had ever gotten in his entire life and it was draining him but, thankfully, he was almost finished.