COD Oneshots

Konig

In the dimly lit room, where the only source of light was the glow of the monitors, König sat stoically at the head of the table, surrounded by his team of elite operatives. Each member briefed him on their respective missions, their voices echoing against the cold walls.

But amidst the business-like atmosphere, König couldn't help but notice the subtle glances from Y/N, a member of his team. Her eyes, filled with determination and a hint of admiration, often met his own during these meetings. He pretended not to notice, but deep down, he relished the attention.

As the briefing progressed, König's mind drifted, replaying the image of Y/N's flushed cheeks whenever he caught her gaze. He found himself anticipating those stolen moments, a rare flicker of warmth in his otherwise austere world.

Yet, König was a man of duty, trained to suppress any distractions. He buried his feelings beneath layers of professionalism, refusing to acknowledge the growing connection between them. But in the quiet moments before sleep claimed him, he couldn't help but linger on the thought of her, her presence a lingering ember in the darkness of his mind.

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Y/N's heart raced every time she found herself stealing glances at König during their meetings. She admired his confidence, his unwavering focus, and the way he commanded respect without uttering a word. But she was also acutely aware of the divide between them—a gap she dared not breach.

She kept her feelings hidden, buried beneath layers of shyness and self-doubt. After all, König was known for his dedication to duty, his solitary existence a testament to his commitment to the cause. She doubted he would ever reciprocate her feelings, and the fear of rejection kept her silent.

Yet, despite her reservations, Y/N couldn't resist the temptation to steal glances at him whenever she thought he wouldn't notice. The sight of him, focused and determined, stirred something within her—a longing she couldn't quite suppress. She cherished those stolen moments, treasuring each one like a precious secret.

But in the quiet of her own thoughts, Y/N couldn't shake the feeling that perhaps, just perhaps, there was a flicker of something more behind König's steely facade. And so, she continued to admire him from afar, content to keep her feelings hidden, yet unable to deny the hope that one day, he might see her as more than just a member of his team.

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Y/N stood outside König's office, her heart pounding in her chest. She took a deep breath, trying to steady her nerves before knocking on the door. As she waited for his response, her mind raced with thoughts of the mission report she needed to discuss. But when König's voice called out, inviting her in, her thoughts scattered like leaves in the wind.

Stepping into his office, Y/N was hit with the familiar scent of König—a blend of cologne and something uniquely his own. It enveloped her, clouding her mind and making it hard to focus. She cleared her throat, trying to shake off the distraction as she approached his desk.

"Sir, I... I need to discuss the latest mission report," she began, her voice betraying her nervousness.

König glanced up from his paperwork, his piercing gaze meeting hers. "Of course, Y/N. Please, have a seat," he replied, gesturing to the chair across from him.

As Y/N took her seat, she found it hard to tear her eyes away from him. She fumbled with the papers in her hands, struggling to gather her thoughts amidst the overwhelming presence of König.

But despite her inner turmoil, Y/N couldn't help but notice the faintest hint of a smile playing at the corners of König's lips—a small, almost imperceptible gesture that sent her heart soaring.