Everyone joined the helicopter, König was still upset over the death of his friend, he was grieving. He barely listened to his mates talking about the enemies taking over the place, he was just zoning out.
He realized that in a very short span, he lost his friend, Bullet, who lost his other friends, Shay and Sangy. They were all good people, gone too soon.
He realized he will never be able to see the french man's smile, nor he will be able to hear him laugh and talk.
He will never be able to see the shorter jump out of excitement over understanding some German basics.
It's like a little sparkle in this cruel world passed away. He felt so sad, he had so much guilt, he literally made him cry an hour before, and now he's dead ! There he was, now crying, feeling so much remorses. The austrian man wished he hugged him when the other started crying, he wished he apologized about being rude to him. He wanted so much to know him more, even outside of military, he felt like he knew so little of the other man. All he knew was how he got shot once, that he became an orphan after that, and then he had to make sure his autistic little sister got a good foster home. Heck, he didn't even know his favorite color, in which place he wanted to travel, what were his dreams and what he would do if he won ten thousands of dollars.
König had a very little amount of friends, scared of making them, scared of losing them. He found relationships very hard to start and maintain. He opened himself a lot to Bullet, he felt himself being a bit less shy around people because of him, and that was a good thing. But will he be able to find a new friend who will be equally as good as Bullet ? He didn't think so. He also didn't want to lose a new friend that way again. Gosh he loved Bullet, as a friend of course. The other man was so nice to him, before meeting the french male, nobody actually willingly talked to him to ask about his sleep schedule or even his own past, not really caring about the military part. König even felt that safe to tell him about his previous bullying, which Bullet listened carefully at the time.
His thoughts got interrupted when he saw Soap waving in front of his eyes, telling him they landed. König got up, climbed out of the helicopter, and came to Bullet's room without thinking that much about it.
He opened the door, still having the three's names on it, and he looked around. The atmosphere felt very heavy for him, his breath go caught in his throat, a knot started to form in there. His vision got blurry, and he started to cry, sobs escaped his body. He slowly closed the door behind him, as if it would break if he didn't. He just didn't want to neglect the precious place.
He sat on the ground, still sobbing, and started to remember all the memories he had from the three of them. From the time he taught them how to shoot, to the first time they had lunch together, to the time he comforted Bullet about Shay's passing, to the time he comforted Bullet to Sangy's passing. But also all the little bounding moments he had with Bullet and the other two when they were still alive. He realized again that he will never be able to talk to them, to see them. He stayed a long time, sat on the ground, his large back on the door.
He tried to dry his tears with his hands but found himself unable to because of the mask, he got up and looked around a second time, he wanted to remember everything from this dorm room, as it was the last thing related to the three that was still alive. He looked to the bunk beds, which were occupied by the Quebecian woman and German man before. The beds were neatly done, pictures of the respective bed owners sat on top of the blankets, a paper with their epitaphs next to them. They were so young, too young. Shay was twenty six years old, Sangy twenty four and Bullet twenty three.
The man walked away from the bunk beds, going towards the single bed next to the only window. The bed wasn't done, blanket discarded, pajamas still laying on it. König let out a light and sad chuckle from the late man's mess. He mindlessly took the pajamas to the hamper, which was filled with clothes, and tidied the bed. He wondered if he should check in the bedside drawers, fully knowing it would be some kind of disrespect for the man who passed away, but his curiosity was killing him, and he was desperately seeking the presence of the man.
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~The Bullet Hole's Kiss~ ( König x Male Reader )
FanfictionA König x male reader and original characters insert in Call Of Duty. You are a french man, engaging in the special forces, in the same base as TF141. Though you got shot once, it doesn't bother you that much. Will you be able to make friends, even...
