Call of Duty Oneshots

You were tortured, they comfort you. (Konig/Ghost x Reader)

TW: Violence.

After a joint partnership with the 141 and Kortac, Ghost, König, and you were assigned as Team A, tasked with breaching the building's rear and then separating to search for the crucial intel.

While it wasn't your first time working with Kortac, you had developed a close bond with König over time, always looking forward to joint missions with them. However, things took an unexpected turn. During the operation, you were captured by enemy operators who had somehow evaded detection and infiltrated the building. They knocked you out and made a quick escape with you unconscious in the back seat of their vehicle.

"Y/n, how's your search going?" Konig asked over the comms, but there was no response from you. This silence was entirely unlike you, leaving them filled with a sense of dread.

"Y/n, how copy?" Ghost tried calling out to you, growing more concerned when he received no reply.

"Y/n, where are you?" Konig's voice was laced with worry as he continued to call your name, but there was nothing but silence.

As fear began to take hold, Ghost instructed König to start searching for you. Fearing the worst, they retraced your path and felt their hearts drop as they stumbled upon your abandoned weapon lying on the floor and your crushed earpiece. The grim reality of your abduction sunk in, and they knew that finding you was their top priority. In a bold and daring move, Ghost decided to split their team temporarily. König would stay behind to continue searching for the vital intel they needed, while Ghost would set out to follow any possible tracks left by the enemy to locate you.

The decision was made with a sense of urgency, and König reluctantly remained at their current location while Ghost embarked on a solo mission to rescue you. Hours passed as Ghost followed the tire marks left behind in the dirt. The tension weighed heavily on him, but he remained relentless in his pursuit to find you. Finally, he tracked you to an abandoned building.

He called for a medevac before entering, with deadly precision, Ghost eliminated the five men surrounding you. The sight of you was painful; you were unconscious, tied to a chair, and covered in blood, your head slumped forward. Ghost carefully cradled you in his arms, his heart pounding with a mixture of relief and worry. In his arms, he made his way out of the building, he wrapped the deep gashes in your arms and legs as he waited for the med evac.

As König witnessed Ghost's return with you in his arms, his expression mirrored the mixture of relief and shock. Blood was dripping down your arm and onto the floor as Ghost walked with you. He quickly followed him into the infirmary. As you slowly fluttered your eyes open in the dimly lit infirmary, you were met with the worried gazes of Ghost and Konig. Their wide eyes bore into yours, and a rush of emotions flooded your senses.

You looked down at your body, and your heart sank as you saw the bandages wrapped tightly around you. Tears brimmed in your eyes, and you stammered, "I promise I didn't tell them anything, I never answered any of—"

Konig's hand gently covered yours, silencing your words. "Y/n, we don't care about the intel. We're just glad you're safe," he said softly, his eyes reflecting relief.

Tears streamed down your face, and Ghost, ever silent, handed you a tissue box. "Fucking hell, Y/n. You didn't break once, did you?" he said, his voice filled with awe.

You gently shook your head, your trembling hands a testament to the trauma your body had endured.

"Y/n, we've been where you are, and we know the agony you're feeling. The scars inside can be as deep as those on your skin, but you're not alone in this. We'll get through it together." Konig's reassuring squeeze on your hand grounded you, pulling you back to the present.

Their words were like a lifeline thrown to you in the stormy sea of your emotions. The knowledge that these two, who had seen their share of darkness, were standing by your side, offering their unwavering support, brought a glimmer of hope into your heart.

Two months passed, and your injuries had finally healed. The doctor had removed all the bandages, and you were cleared to return to your room. As you stood in front of the mirror, your eyes trailed over your body, and a lump formed in your throat. Tears welled up as you examined the scars that now marked your once-unblemished skin. You dropped to your knees, sobbing, and your hands reached up to touch your face. There, a deep scar ran across your cheek, a constant reminder of the ordeal you had endured. Another scar extended from your hairline to the middle of your cheek, a testament to your strength and resilience.

Desperation filled your heart as you made your way to your drawer, retrieving a long-sleeved shirt and a balaclava. You vowed never to leave your room without that mask covering your face. Ghost and Konig noticed your change in behavior, their concern for you prompting them to pay a visit to your room.

Gently, they knocked on your door and called out, "It's us, Y/n." You told them to come in, and they slowly entered your room.

The door creaked open, and Ghost and Konig stepped inside. Your room succumbed in darkness, your curtains closed, and the mirror you had was turned around. They exchanged a silent look. They immediately knew what was going through your mind. You were sitting on your bed when Konig approached you first, his voice gentle yet reassuring.

"We get that you're going through a lot, Y/n, but you shouldn't distance yourself from the people who care about you."

You looked down, your voice quivering as you confessed, "My scars... they're ugly, and they're all over my face."

Konig knelt down in front of you, his hand reaching for yours "Y/n, these scars are a testament to your strength and resilience. They don't define your beauty, and they certainly don't define you. You're so much more than that."

Ghost, typically silent, placed a hand on your other shoulder, "I know how you feel. I've been through some dark times too, and I understand the need to hide those scars. Whether they are on your skin or a part of you."

Konig continued, "We're here to help you through this, Y/n. If you ever want to talk or need a shoulder to lean on, we're just a call away. You don't have to hide from us, or from anyone else. We're here for you, no matter what you look like. You're still the same person we care about, scars and all."

Ghost nodded in agreement, "We've worn masks throughout the time you've known us, and you never had a problem with it. People accepted us, masks and all. You're no different."

Their words began to break through the walls you had built around yourself. You felt their genuine concern and support, and it provided a glimmer of hope. As their words sank in, you began to realize the truth in what they said.

You remembered that Ghost and Konig had worn masks the entire time you'd known them, and it had never been an issue for you. You had accepted them, masks and all, without judgment. As they continued to comfort and support you, you started to realize that perhaps your scars weren't as hideous as you believed. You felt a glimmer of hope as their words began to ease the weight of your self-doubt and insecurities. The scars on your face were only a part of your story, and the people who cared about you saw far more beneath the surface.