Königin ~ Call of Duty (König)

~ Chapter Two ~

Dot's POV 

Soap was an interesting character. He didn't need a willing participant when it came to conversation, he talked enough for the both of us, and while I could see he enjoyed a bit of banter and a good laugh, I wasn't a fool. 

His muscles rippled with strength, and his stance had power, just like the observing twinkle in his heavy set eyes. 

He was funny, but dangerous, as all the men here were. 

All I had with me was a small bag, with barely anything in it save for a dirty pair of clothes, and one sock and a bucket load of lollipops I swiped from the front desk as we were leaving. 

I was still decked out in the grey uniform all patients in the clinic had to wear, and it was stained with food, blood and grime. We weren't given clean clothes, nor bedding, so if something happened and you got dirty, so be it. 

It became a part of the uniform as much as the material itself. 

"Well, this is it! Whadda ya think, lass?" He questioned, leaning against the doorframe, waiting for me to pass through, which I did, keeping my eyes on him the entire time, turning my body inwards so my back was never to him. 

He clocked the movement and raised a brow, but said nothing. 

The room wasn't anything special, but it had a bed, spare blankets, couple of pillows, a cupboard and an equally small bathroom attached. 

It was far nicer than what I was accustomed to. 

I was a little confused, walking towards the pillow and lifting it to my nose, taking a whiff. Soap watched me the entire time with a look of confusion that matched my own. 

"It's clean?" I questioned, a little unsure. 

"Yes? Why wouldn't it be? Girl, you're strange. Didn't they do the laundry at your old digs?" Soap snorted, the harmless question seeming to be a joke, but clearly he had never visited an asylum before or he wouldn't have commented. 

"Never," I answered anyway, even if he wasn't looking for one. 

"Oh..." He muttered, looking a little uncomfortable, but I didn't elaborate and he didn't add anything. Clearing his throat, he righted himself and tried to find something else to focus on, but came up empty. 

"Why don't you have a shower and then come down to the training grounds? We gotta see what level your skills are at," He instructed and I nodded, but simply stared at him unblinkingly until he scratched the back of his head awkwardly and walked away. 

After inspecting the room a little more, I did as asked and walked into the bathroom, taking my time to sniff all the little soap bottles. 

It had been a long time since I washed with anything other than water. 

The water heated, and I felt myself sigh, muscles uncurling, as the warmth sprayed down comfortingly on my dehydrated skin. 

I took my time, ignoring the fact that the soldiers were probably waiting for me, and used all the little scented soaps, washed my hair, and even brushed my teeth with the small spare brush I found in the top drawer. 

Such simple things they took for granted were treasures to me. 

Konig's POV 

Soap returned from his little delivery task, and he wore an odd mixture of confusion and anger, but only he knew why. 

I could ask, but I don't think I was close enough for him to confide in. That was Ghost's role as his closest friend, but I was curious, to say the least.