COD Oneshots (xReader)

König - Survivors

Do You Realize?? By The Flaming Lips is what comes on on the radio but you can just imagine it as anything I'm not adding lyrics or anything.

I was writing this before I got new requests so I promise I will be doing them. My explanation for this taking so long is that I basically wrote the entirety of it after one too many drinks and it basically was unreadable and incredibly random so it got very lazily redone mostly during several mood swings 👍👍

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The night air held a cool breeze as it slipped through cracks in the walls and breaks in the windows. The only warmth our squad had were from old towels draped around us, left behind in this old abandoned apartment. Someone wanted to start a fire, but I struck that idea down as much as I needed the warmth. Smoke was not only a hazard for our lungs, but also a telltale sign that we were here. God I was exhausted, mentally and physically. Our comms had stopped working and our exfil was shot down, we'd been stuck in enemy territory for just about two weeks since. It made my paranoia skyrocket, I was always stressed for my teams survival. We're being hunted, and we don't even have the resources to survive this long. My squad probably hated me by now. I'd been harsh and aggressive, trying to keep them in line whilst taking my own frustration out on them. I felt like I was going insane, my only anchor was König. He didn't seem bothered by my anger, he'd always try to calm me down - make me feel better. That in itself just made me angrier... but kept me sane.

A radio crackled to life, a harmony of instruments playing at a medium volume. One of the soldiers had fixed a broken radio, the rest of them quietly cheering, swaying and dancing with each other. It wasn't that loud and I was watching the windows, so I avoided being an asshole again. They looked happy for the first time in a while, bright smiles plaguing their faces. It was sweet. I felt bad for ridding them if that these past weeks. I turned to my right to someone walking up and sitting down next to me. König. He didn't say anything, looking off at the other soldiers. Why did he sit with me? I started to analyse his beaten up appearance, the same things that had happened to everyone else's clothes. His mask that draped over his face was tattered at the ends, small holes peppered over where his face was - the eyes holes threatening to tear, though a balaclava underneath prevented his face from showing. The rest of his uniform was identical to everyone else's, pants ripped at the knees, helmet full of scrapes across the paint, tactical vest practically empty. We'd all been through hell, I'm surprised we aren't all dead. He gently placed his hand on my knee, not crossing his legs on the ground like I had mine.

"Are you doing okay?" His words shook a little, a mix of dehydration and hunger slightly drying up his soft and kind voice.

No way in hell was I doing okay. When we get back- if we get back, I'm resigning. We were living on scraps and pond water, sometimes a treat of actual edible and drinkable things if we'd gotten into the enemy's supplies. I just wanted to sleep for several days, maybe even several weeks. This felt like a punishment. Were we even going to get out of here? I closed my eyes to try and shake my thoughts away.

"Yeah... I'm fine. How about you?" I forced a smile onto my lips, not trying to voice my worries.
"I'm surviving," he scratched the back of his neck, letting out an awkward chuckle. I felt a tug at the corners of my mouth as I heard it, just a chuckle and my brain was already foggy.
"We can go and track down some supplies in the morning, if you'd like," I offered, trying to ignore the way him looking into my eyes made me feel. He hummed, nodding.
"But let's just think about tonight for now," he spoke in that damn accent that made my heart flutter. If it wasn't for my growing feelings for him I definitely wouldn't have tolerated how informal he was to me. He stood up, offering me a hand up. I stared, confused. What did he mean? How had I grabbed his hand already without realising? He pulled me up from the floor, grabbing my other hand as I stood so he was holding both, walking me closer to the music as he walked backwards. I was so focused on him that I wasn't thinking about anything else. All my worries just disappeared like a magician in a puff of smoke.