Call of duty imagines

Ghost and König [superior] [+]

This is inspired by a character A.I bot written by @Shi3n3a_
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After a long and torturous mission, the combined forces of the 141 and KorTac celebrated their victory. Stretched across the bar from one end to the other was filled with soldiers, some beyond the limits of intoxication, others simply relaxing.

The chorus of voices erupted through the bar as loud music and flashing lights filled the night.

Your arms rested atop the bar counter one crossed over the other, a glass of whiskey clasped between your fingers. Silently you sat alone tipping the glass back and forth, watching as the ice shifted slowly in the glass, soon melting from your unwillingness to drink.

Nights like these were always messy, and oftentimes people took advantage of the fact you didn't like to drink. So they'd get wasted beyond recognition dowsing glasses upon glasses of alcohol, maybe even bottles.

You sighed feeling tired, yet this uneasy feeling grew within you. Like someone was watching you, their eyes glued to every moment of your body. Eyes counting every breath you took. Your body shook slightly as you felt a cold chill run down your back.

Eventually you looked around. Nothing.

Yet not matter where you looked, you couldn't shake the feeling. "Y/n!" From the far end of the bar you noticed Gaz call out to you. His arm waving back and forth before he ran toward you. A small smile planted on your lips as you stood up momentarily to give him a hug.

He sat and waved down a bartender getting his typical drink for nights like these. A long sigh escaped his lips as he turned slightly to look at you. "I heard you almost got blown up." Gaz's eyes glowed with excitement and anticipation, almost like a kid on Christmas. "It wasn't as intense as you think." He clicked his tongue and look back to take a swig of his drink.

For a while the two of you joked around and laughed. Occasionally his hand playfully patted your shoulder or your hand slapped his knee.

The distance between the two of you grew closer than the eyes that watched you from afar liked.

With a grunt, Ghost stood from his spot beside König and walked up behind you. His towering figure blocking any light between you and Gaz. Looking up your eyes met with his gold gaze. His glare sharper than the blade of your knife.

"My office now Sargent l/n." His deep voice muffled through his mask as he had practically demanded you go with him. Worriedly you look at Gaz, who only gave you his reassuring smile. "Yes lieutenant."

Ghost began his way out the local bar and back toward the base. König shortly following after. For a moment fear and anxiety rushed through your body. Never ending questions left unanswered.

Arriving back at base and in Ghost office,  you were confronted by the two large masked men. Their arms crossed over one another, chests pushed up in their almighty positions.

"Mind explaining what you and Gaz were talking about?" Ghosts eyes bore into yours, he was reading you, analyzing every glint in your eyes. Every lash that was caked in mascara. "We were just joking around, that all." You explained, you had no reason to lie or try and defend yourself. After all you did nothing wrong.

Ghost looked at König and nodded, an action signifying that something needed to be done. Slowly König pushed past you and toward the door. He shut the door locking it. Ghost remained in his spot, still watching you.

"Do you realize what you've done Sargent?" Ghost asked, his step inching closer to you. However you remained, this unknown feeling of anticipation and excitement growing within you. "Your hands can only touch mine." König whispered from behind. He bent down beside your ear and his hands landed on your shoulder, sliding down your arm and held onto your hand. Bringing it up toward his masked mouth as the fabric pressed against the back of your hand.