Duty and Desire | A Ghost x König Fanfic | NSFW

Part 3

The weight of grief pressed heavily upon me as stumbled away from the communication station, König's strong hand steadying me. The news of Tommy's passing echoed relentlessly in my mind, each step back to camp feeling like a descent into an abyss of sorrow.

König guided me to a secluded spot away from the bustle of the camp, where the night air was cool and filled with the quiet hum of crickets. Without a word, he sat beside me, his presence a silent anchor in the storm raging within me.

I struggled to speak, the lump in my throat stifling any attempt to voice the pain that threatened to consume me. Tears welled up, blurring my vision as I fought to maintain composure, to be the soldier I was trained to be.

König's hand rested gently on my shoulder, a gesture of comfort that spoke volumes. "Let it out, Simon," he said softly, his voice a calming presence in the darkness.

His words pierced through the walls I had erected around my grief. With a shuddering breath, I leaned into him, the dam finally breaking as tears streamed down my face. Each sob echoed the ache in my heart, the loss of my brother a raw wound that refused to heal.

"I can't believe he's gone," I choked out, my voice thick with anguish. "We were supposed to... I thought..."

König pulled me closer, his embrace offering solace in the midst of devastation. His usual stoic demeanor faltered, revealing a vulnerability that matched my own. The tension between us, unspoken and heavy with unexplored feelings, simmered beneath the surface.

In that moment, our roles blurred. König, the unyielding leader I had admired from afar, let his guard down. His voice trembled as he whispered words of reassurance, his own pain mingling with mine in the darkness.

We sat there in the stillness of the night, the weight of loss pressing down on us both. The tension between us crackled like a live wire, fraught with emotions left unspoken. Yet, in our shared grief, there was a fragile connection that neither of us dared to name.

As dawn painted the sky in hues of pink and gold, I found a fragile sense of peace in König's arms. The ache in my heart remained, but I no longer carried it alone. Together, we faced the uncertain path ahead, bound by the fragile threads of camaraderie and understanding that had woven between us.

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