König Shorts | Fem!Reader

BETRAYAL

"Are you prepared to tell us the truth of what really happened on the rig?"

Your palms steadily became warmer. The rig.

What happened on the rig?

***

One click and the radio crackled open for you.

"I'm on the north side."

Price replied.

<Copy that Sergeant, watch your six.>

An iron grate beneath your feet was the only thing between you and the tumbling black waves which crashed into the legs of the rig you were searching. The sound of the storm amplified as it swirled around your earpieces.

The structure creaked and swayed, it was difficult to keep upright, a sense of vertigo had you reeling like never before. You weren't afraid of heights, but the horizon was swallowed by the night, the edge of the North Sea blending seamlessly with the heavens. It made the mind uneasy.

It was a search against the clock, on the rig and off again.

Looking for Makarov.

The team was split up, Ghost and Gaz emptied the building floor by floor, you took the North exit and Soap took the South, the second layer of protection to ensure no one left.

There was a corner ahead that you thudded for, and as you rounded it you stopped at an aggressively abrupt rate, raising your rifle.

There he was, six little glowing red eyes plus his own.

The Spider.

But you didn't know him by that name, no, you knew him as something else, someone else.

König.

"What are you doing here?"

He stepped toward you, his thick accent like a nostalgic song as he raised his night vision. Your arms slowly lowered your weapon, shock overriding your system.

"What are you doing here?! Intel never said KorTac would be here... why are you here..."

The question was blown away by the gale force wind which slapped you both across the face. It was bitter, nipping at any exposed skin.

"Schatz... you aren't safe here."

"What do you me—"

His hands grabbed you firmly, spinning you around, pushing your back into the metal barrier as he shouted something at you in German.

Someone else was watching, eyes barely making out their figure behind König. This was not good.

"König..." You whispered to him with the air that was being forced out of your lungs by his weight. Eyes met. The railing groaned.

Strands of your hair had come loose from their bun, floating into your face. Smithery rain made them stick to your skin. He wanted to tuck them away for you again.

The stranger shouted at him in German, raising his gun to you. Oberst was the only word you understood.

Colonel.

König boomed back, swatting the weapon away from your direction with the back of his gloved hand. It made the man stumble back, but he wouldn't leave, raising his radio to his lips, calling for more of them to witness.

Returning his grip, his long fingers wrapped around the front of your vest and suddenly your boots were no longer touching the ground. Fear gave you palpitations, chest tightening as the collar pushed into your jaw.