One Shots ~ [Call of Duty]

König: Possessive (Part 1)

Warning: NSFW/Dark König/Knife play/Blood

Words: 6.192

Reading time: 25 minutes

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König knew from the moment your eyes met his that he'd be in trouble. In fact, he knew it so certainly that he tried his hardest to avoid you for as long as he could. But how could he avoid you when you always tried your absolute best to get along with everyone? To make conversation, even with the quietest soldier on your team.

So eventually he had no choice but to interact with you, desperately hoping it wouldn't turn out the way he had expected, the thought of it always dancing around in the back of his head.

You see, König wasn't good when it came to casual relationships. Neither on platonic or romantic terms. The man had a habit of getting into it too deep, too fast. "Obsession," he had called it himself, because he knew it too. Very well, actually. It was one of the main reasons for his lack of friends. Not that he minded, though. He liked being alone.

If it weren't for Soap's constant attempts of bringing the man into his group when he first joined, König would probably still have no friends at the base. It took him way longer to get used to it than he'd like to admit. And even then, it hadn't always gone smoothly, as König once attacked a fellow soldier he overheard speaking badly about Soap.

Soap could see the humor in it, almost going as far as patting König on the back as encouragement. But Price couldn't, and König wasn't allowed to train with the rest of the team for a week straight.

All was going decently well lately. No outbursts, no obsessive behavior, no bans from the training field. But now you're here, and König knows where it could lead to.

You walk in, your head held high with a smile as always. Gaz is quick to spot you, motioning over for you to come to their table. König notices and his hand flies up to his mask, pulling it down tightly in some pathetic attempt to hide, knowing it does absolutely nothing.

As you approach the group, König's heart races, the feeling of it only causing him to be more on edge. He can't deny this pull he feels toward you, but he also knows the dangers of giving in to it. Taking a deep breath, he tries to collect himself as you reach the table.

"Hey, idiots. Mind if I join?" you ask with a smile that König never fails to notice.

Ghost scoffs silently, always acting as though he hates the words you call them, most of them especially directed at him, but you know better.

"Of course, make yourself at home," Gaz replies, giving you a nod.

König doesn't trust himself to speak just yet, so he nods, silently agreeing. He hopes his mask is doing a good enough job of hiding the nervousness he feels, but deep down, he knows it's futile. He somehow suspects you always seem to have a way of seeing through him, even when he tries to keep his emotions in check.

As the conversation at the table continues, König finds himself stealing glances at you when he thinks no one is looking. He can't help but be captivated by your presence, the way you interact with others effortlessly, your laughter filling the air, and the genuine interest you show in each person's story.

It's both beautiful and terrifying to him.

He tries to focus on the conversation, to push those intrusive thoughts away, but the pull you have on him is nearly unbearable. The more he tries to resist, the more he finds himself drawn to you.