Touch in the Dark- König x fem! Reader

RW 19- Talking

I knew I'd possibly run into the others during this, but I had to keep my cool. I know I threatened to get myself out, one way or another, but honestly, what would I do? Where would I go? I had no family outside of what I had made here. Sure, I could transfer to another unit, but I'd always run the risk of running into them again. I sighed, taking a deep breath before swinging open the doors toward our small holding cells.

Finally, I found Price and the other three standing in a room, monitoring Wires through a glass window. I avoided eye contact with the others. Just feeling König's presence in the same room as I made my blood boil. Phantom pain dug into my cheek where he hit me. Price wanted me to talk with Wires since he'd be more likely to converse with me. I knew that was just a shitload of garbage. Price could make anyone talk, hell, Ghost was one of our most intimidating people, but I was the chosen one.

"How long has he been there?" I broke the awkward silence, my eyes drifting toward the man fiddling with his fingers. 

"About an hour," Price responded, turning his body toward me.

"Any human contact?" I asked, trying to decide how broken his conscious could be. I never liked interrogating people. It always brought out a sick side of me. Price shook his head. I patted my leg, feeling a knife sitting in a holster.

"Let me in," I sighed, rubbing my face with the palm of my hand. 

"Do you want one of them-"

"Price, we talked about the conditions," I interrupted. I still refused to acknowledge the others in the room. "I'm not some dainty little doll. Let me handle this. Alone." He sighed, shaking his head lightly before finally opening the door and letting me into the small room with Wires. He perked his head up for a moment, before slouching back into his shackles. 

"What do you want you, traitor?" He growled. I ignored him, pulling the chair out from the table and taking a seat. I swung my feet up, letting my combat boots sit on the table, crossing my ankles. I leaned back in my chair, unsheathing my knife and picking at the dirt under my nails. He continued to cuss at me, trying to provoke some reaction out of me. Some words. Something. 

After a while, I finally let my eyes drift up, seeing how disheveled he had become. His hair seemed to grey twice as quickly in the last few days. Stress.

"You just gunna sit there and pick at ya nails?" He let his hair slip in front of his face, clearly upset his actions drew nothing out of me. I let a small smirk creep onto my lips. A laugh finally escaped my lips.

"You think you're in control here?" A confused glance filled his eyes. "You pathetic little thing. You have no control. Not anymore," I laughed, putting my knife back up, letting my hands interlock, and placing them behind my head. 

"Wha-"

"Shut it," I growled, slamming my feet off the table and leaning forward in my chair. A surprised look danced across his face before he turned stone cold. "You damn well know what I want out of you. Just make it easy and talk. We won't play no games."

"And why tell you?" He argued.

"Play stupid games, win stupid prizes," I chuckled. "Simple enough: fuck around and find out." He leaned back, tossing the hair out of his eyes. 

"What are you sayin'?"

"Tell me where the missiles are, and you'll leave mostly unscathed. Play games with me, and God help you. Reminisce cause this will be the last time you ever feel sane again," I threatened.

"And how do you think you'll make me talk?" He chuckled, a smirk appearing on his lips. I stood up, letting my body stretch and crack a few joints.

"You want to sit alone with your own thoughts for the rest of your life? By all means, I'll get my answers one way or another." I made my way toward the door. "Don't think you'll win all these games, Oliver. Your wife and children will just suffer the same fate. Such a sad thing. Wouldn't Kendra just hate to know what her husband got tied into?" My hand reached for the door handle.

"Leave my family alone! How did you find my name?!" He immediately broke his facade, yelling, tears threatening his eyes. 

"Not what I want to know, Oliver. Goodbye." I opened the door.

"WAIT!" He shouted, "Please, I'll tell you. Just let me see my family. Leave them alone." His voice trailed off. I turned back around. 

"Lie to me, and it's all over," I stated, shutting the door again. I could hear his sniffle, before shifting in his chair, the chains around his ankles and wrists jingling.

"Makarov took my family and threatened to kill them unless I offered up some American missiles. Of course, I gave in, why wouldn't I?"

"Makarov?" I asked, hoping he knew more about this guy. 

"Some Russian guy. Don't know who he's workin' fer, but he's dangerous. He's been forcin' me to send more weapons in the promise of keepin' my family alive. I just want to see them again," He spoke defeatedly. 

"Work for us, and you will. Play double agent, get us the information we want, and we'll get your family out alive." I knew I couldn't really make that deal without Price's authority, but if he'd talk more, we'd have enough to get things in order. 

"... I'll.. I'll have to think on it," He breathed out shakily. 

"There is no waiting time. Makarov is collecting weapons for a reason. He's not just doing it as a hobby. End of the day, make your decision. Think about it. I'll send food your way." I stood up from the table, pushing my chair in. I left the room finding Price looking frustrated and the other three seemed in gloomy spirits as well.

"Guess Marakov is up in action again," Price sighed, looking over at me. "Why the double agent?"

"I told you, I'm not staying." I turned away, getting ready to leave. "I got you what you wanted, my deal is done."

"Y/n," Soap's voice rang through my ears. I paused, feeling my heart pound against my chest. My fight or flight was slowly starting to kick in. 

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have kissed you. I violated you, and you have every right to be upset with me. And everyone else. We reacted negatively toward you when it wasn't your fault." I could hear his voice sort of shake as he talked. I closed my eyes, feeling the stinging of the slap once again. I couldn't ever get it to leave me. 

"You should be sorry," I stated, refusing to turn around.

"But are you going to abandon your team like that? We need you." Soap spoke, and I could hear him take a step toward me. 

"I owe you nothing," I growled, feeling my body start to shake. It was never just fight or flight. It was always fight, flight, or freeze. And I always froze. I took a deep breath, my body noticeably shaking, "If you could save the world without before, do it again. I'm out."