Potty words, mentions of self-harm (jokingly though), andd mentions of harming others (also jokingly)
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(1st person:)
4:30 A.M.
The trip to Switzerland from Iraq is a little over eight. Whole. Hours.
Someone get me a rope. That's a pretty damn long time, I hope that we get to stop every hour for at least five minutes. God, this trip is probably going to be one of the most unbearable flights ever. Or maybe I'm just exaggerating, I won't know until we get onto that plane. Good thing we get on that plane at 6:30 sharp apparently, which is only 2 hours away from the time now, which doesn't even matter cause either way I'm going on that plane to Switzerland.
I should probably stop worrying and stop overthinking so much as if it's my first and last time on a plane to go on some mission... well unless I die, then I'd be my last time. Though, if something does happen to me I might as well kill myself cause there's no way one of those men is going to help me voluntarily. That one Hamza guy is going to be one pain in the ass, good thing I have enough. Maybe this trip will bring us to an enemies-to-lover point wait, never mind he's ugly as hell.
(3rd person:)
4:57 A.M.
Finally standing up from sitting at one of the cafe tables, you stopped thinking about the trip for now as you walked back into your room, the room that you left at 4:05. The room that you spent most of your time in while at the base. If it's not your room that you're in then it's in a meeting of some sort, probably a lame one at that. Sitting back down on the bed, you grabbed the info that you currently had regarding the mission and read through it, making sure that you at least understood the basics of what was most likely going to happen. You read over the notes two or three times, getting bored and immediately turning your phone on. There wasn't much to do at Al-Qatala so, being on your phone, reading, writing, eating, and sleeping out of boredom was how you passed your days and nights at the base.
5:25 A.M.
It didn't take long for you to get bored of being on your phone, so you turned to one of the top three things you did. You sat down in your slightly worn-out chair, booted up the computer, and read. You didn't have the energy so early in the morning to be typing, it took time and much thought into those stories. The only reason you were awake this early was because if you didn't, you would have more trouble waking up knowing that you were going to be on an 8-hour flight. Or maybe that's just you, perhaps you should've slept more after all you fell asleep at 11. Once your computer woke up, you looked at the time showing on the screen:
5:30 A.M.
Time is such an ass, it loves to go by fast when you want it to go slow, but as soon as you want it to go by faster than light can, it decides to take its sweet time. You opened up the site on where you read and write and started reading your new favorite fan-made series, it posted three new chapters.
5:40 A.M.
You tried to finish the three new chapters as slowly as you could, but the suspense of wanting to know what happens next was too much. It took you 10 minutes, each chapter was a little over 2,000 words, which was pretty short. You weren't as thrilled once you finished them, now having to go through other stories to try and find a decent one.
YOU ARE READING
Awestruck (Konig x fem reader)
FanfictionYou and your small team kidnap Konig. You're on al-Qatala and you travel to Switzerland with your group to a small place where Konig and some of his people are at. (THIS STORY IS BAD, I DONT WRITE GOOD AND I DONT EVEN KNOW WHAT I WANT THE PLOT TO BE...