König x Fem reader "Handsome Awkward♡"

Part one: Slipping away.

(A/N) Sorry if this sucks, it's my first fanfic ;-; Don't know how often I'll publish.)

(Readers Pov.)
I was on a suicide mission. I always thought with my head so my team made me lead this mission. Although it was useless. Every single one of us knew this was a trap. We move swiftly into a tall concrete building, pushing our bodies tight to the wall as I scout the area for enemies. I single to my team to more forward down the hall with a motion of my finger, keeping my eyes peeled for any sign of harm. Even if I were to get out of here I wouldn't have a way back to base, I knew... My thoughts suddenly went blank as my vision goes white. A flash of pain going through my head, feeling my consciousness slipping away before fading completely...

I wake up hours later, a high pitched ringing ran through my ears, and I could see nothing. I try to stand up but to no avail, realizing my arms and legs are tied to a metal chair. My head pounded, I could hear my heartbeat thumping in my ears. "So...she's finally awake." A husky British voice speaks suddenly, causing me to pull more at the ropes around my limbs. Another voice speaks after a moment. One that seemed to have an Irish accent. "Seems like it."
A long pause, the room was dead silent. The distant ringing in my ears fading away. A hand reached my head, pulling the blindfold away from my eyes roughly. I rear my head back and meet eyes with the two men standing in front of me. But still observing my surroundings. I was in a decently large room, only a table and the chair furnished it. A bright light hanging above the table. "Where the fuck am I?" I spit, pulling at my restraints. Venoma laced my words as I glared at the men. Taking in their appearances. One, was taller wearing a skull balaclava and black makeup around his blue eyes. Wearing black gear. The other, slightly shorter with a Mohawk. And green eyes. He was slightly more dressed down. Wearing jeans and a white t- shirt. The one with the skull mask stares into my soul, observing me intently while the one with the Mohawk speaks. "We understand you are an enemy soldier. But our captain has asked for you specifically." Mohawk says, crossing his arms over his chest. "But...-" He starts again. "He also wanted to know what your team wanted our Intel for." I glare at the Mohawk guy anger growing on my face. But then suddenly relaxing. Somehow these men didn't seem very threatening. I felt the need to tell them. Thoughts of my team flooded my mind. I hated it there. I sigh, coming back to my senses and giving up the attitude I was going to spit. "They wanted to build missiles. For what? I don't know." The two men stare at me for a moment. I couldnt tell what either of them were thinking hut they exchanged one another a slight glance. The man in the balaclava walking toward me and cutting the restraints. "I thought you would fight more." He spoke, helping me stand from the uncomfortable chair.