A Little Death - König / Ghost x Reader

Tension

The ride back to the field was as silent as ever. In my head, Konig was still whimpering. I looked to my right side, at him, his legs were shaking, still. He looked at me back, eyes grinning but trying not to make it too obvious. I tried to hide the grin and not seem too childish. I could still taste him on my lips. Something inside me moved and it felt so good like nothing ever has before. His taste, scent, and touch felt like electric shocks sending shivers down my spine. Back then I wondered if he really liked it... and if it was going to happen again. Hoping so. 

"Coming back again?" Soap asked.

"Unfortunately, yes. I fucked up today."

I looked over at Konig and his eyes seemed worried, "the adrenaline was amazing, though. Fucking amazing." I added, and his eyes softened, leaning his head back in relief.

"Any progress at least?" Soap asked again.

"Yes, sir. Noticeable one. The site is fragile and I need to be careful next time, but trust me I know what I am doing."

"That's what I like to hear."

The following day, I still worked on the scriptures and made some calls. It was a chilly spring day so working inside my tent wasn't the best of ideas. I gathered everything that I needed and settled in the glamping tent where I assumed everyone would be. It was empty. I figured everyone was busy training or receiving orders from General. At least I had the place to myself, I thought, and there were plenty of cold drinks for me. After almost half an hour of persistent work, the Grim Reaper himself joined. He paused for a moment at the entrance rethinking whether he should enter or not. I tried my best not to pay him attention because I'd lose either way. 

Simon just came to refreshen up. He lifted the mask a bit to drink and slid it back down. Dude got a staring problem, that's what I have always been sure of.

"Need help with something?" I said.

He placed a water bottle next to my scriptures and took a seat on the bench facing me. He certainly just got back from training. He was sweaty and just stared at me like he wanted to kill me. I slammed the notebook close and got closer to his face. He'd always smelled the same and the memories were suddenly racing back to my head.

"You can play this game every damn hour. I am here for it, trust me." I said, looking right into his soul.

He scoffed and eyed everything about me, "Might wanna cut off those nails, yeah?" he commented.
I could feel him smirking out of the mask. Or maybe mocking me. I couldn't really tell but it wasn't the friendliest tone; not that his looks were ever friendly. The gloves. The mask. The fucking mask. 

"I like them," I said, trying my best to sound neutral.

"Well, it's not a fashion show, aye kid?" he placed his knife right on the wooden desk and leaned closer toward me.

"What does that suppose to mean?" I said as I stood right in my place and placed the hand brush down. Leaning towards him, I felt how pathetic he could be sometimes. 

"It means that you should take this work seriously, get blood on your hands, and quit seeking people's attention." His voice got deeper, scarier even. But above all that, the fucking audacity.

"I am taking my work seriously and I am not doing anything for the sake of anyone's attention. Definitely not yours, at least."

"What about the blood on your hands part?"

I scoffed and got closer, looking right at him, till there weren't even ten inches between the two of us "Are we gonna have problems the two of us?"

"There is no us-"

"Oh, I am pretty glad there isn't," I said back. I could feel the tension rising. He glared at me in silence and was about to say something till König invaded the tent.

"Ghost? Linda?" he walked towards us in what seemed like surprise under that mask of his. 

"What is going on, Linda?" he walked towards me and I felt his hand grabbing my arm pulling me away from Ghost. Fucking Ghost. König has always been sweet. Too real to be a bloodthirsty soldier taking lives mercilessly. I enjoyed our time together and the way he made me feel: not alone and supported... That was just the sweet side of whatever we had the night before. He also made me feel like I wasn't the black sheep in the crew and often praised me for doing my best, even when I failed.

"Nothing- I should- I should go. Come with me?" I said, nervously packing my stuff.

"Sure. I just need a-" he paused, looking around foolishly "ah, there you are. I just needed a refill."

"Got something to shoot?" I teased.

"Oh, yeah." he nodded in what seemed like a cute laugh under the hood that perfectly showed his melancholic eyes. I am sure he did his best to cover everything but his eyes told me what words couldn't. Every time I stare at him, I can perfectly see a mixture of gloom, reminiscence, a soft smile, and the neverending desire to tell something that he's keeping.

"Care to teach me? I have been in terrible need to work on my shooting skills lately. I might need them."

He hesitated at first then said, "Yes, ma'am," he nodded again, waiting for me to walk out of the tent "services of  a rejected sniper are yours for the asking."

He made me laugh, and that's something I can't deny. König and I didn't really have the fastest beginning so we kind of grew on each other. He felt like home, and definitely my protector. I also loved the effects I had on him... especially after our very last encounter. 

I walked out of the tent, heading far away where no one would be seeing me. Perhaps I needed to cry, and I couldn't let anyone notice that. They'd think so weakly of me, and sympathy was the last thing I ever needed. It's tough being here. Soap is nice. He isn't too difficult with me. König is too, but never Ghost. Maybe I just need to suck it up and quit being such a pussy. They are killing people and at some point, I would do it too. So I should just stop expecting people to be all nice to me. Ghost will never like me again, yeah? 

I wandered freely in my thoughts until I felt a huge hand placed on my shoulder bringing me back to reality. It was König at last.

"There you are!" he said "I thought you changed your mind and headed back to your tent."

"No, I am here." The creak in my voice was too obvious for him and it didn't stop him from asking what was wrong.

"Tell me, Bitte," he said, his finger lifting my chin up so my eyes meet his. I couldn't help but burst out in tears but the next thing I know, I was embraced. He softy wrapped his arms around me, still keeping a distance between us like he wanted to inform me that it is just the way friends hug. But the thing between me and König felt like more than just friendship. It was a long silent hug. A hug that I desperately needed more than anything. 

"We can practice later this evening, Linda. I think you need a break."

There was no explanation, no nothing. Just a warm and safe hug, a precious moment that I needed to last for life till a yell interrupted and removed whatever preciousness existed. Obviously, it was Ghost, and König had to leave, but I grabbed his arm and pulled him back to me as if my life depended on it, given the size difference between us.

"Come by my tent at night. I feel like cooking." I smirked, and so badly wanted to lift aside his veil and kiss him again.

"At night? Erm- sure. I can have a meal." he winked.

"I'll be waiting for you." I gazed up at him, totally not faking how badly I needed his presence the following night. 

The gaze was followed by another yell from Ghost "Now, König."

"You should go. That sick bastard spoils everything." 

His pretty eyes lightened, nodded, and he headed towards Ghost, leaving me right there, thinking of our hug... and so much more than that.