COD Oneshots

Night Patrol (König)

König tightened the laces of his combat boots, the rhythmic sound of the fibers sliding through metal eyelets providing a brief moment of calm before his night shift. The compound was silent, the weight of the evening pressing down like a thick, invisible fog. As he checked his gear, his thoughts inevitably drifted to Y/N, the woman who had somehow managed to carve a place in his guarded heart.

Sliding into the driver's seat of his vehicle, König steered it towards the perimeter of the compound, ready to begin his rounds. The moon hung low in the sky, casting an ethereal glow over the landscape. As he turned a corner, his eyes caught sight of a figure standing alone in the dark, a small, glowing ember giving away her presence. It was Y/N, smoking a cigarette, her face illuminated intermittently by the faint glow.

Anyone else and König would have driven past without a second thought. But with her, it was different. He pulled over, the vehicle's engine idling softly as he stepped out and approached her.

"Couldn't sleep?" he asked, his voice low and gentle, not wanting to startle her.

Y/N turned towards him, a small, tired smile playing on her lips. "Something like that," she replied, taking another drag from her cigarette. The smoke curled around her, a ghostly veil that seemed to accentuate her weariness.

König nodded, reaching into his pocket for his own pack. He joined her, lighting a cigarette and taking a long, thoughtful drag. They stood in comfortable silence for a moment, the shared act of smoking a bridge between their unspoken thoughts.

"How about you join me on my rounds?" König suggested after a while. "Might help clear your mind."

Y/N glanced at him, her eyes reflecting a mixture of surprise and gratitude. "Sure," she said, stubbing out her cigarette and falling into step beside him.

As they drove through the compound, the conversation flowed easily, touching on everything and nothing. König didn't press her about her sleeplessness, respecting her silence, but he felt a quiet determination to be there for her in any way he could.

At one of the checkpoints, König stopped the vehicle, scanning the area for any signs of trouble. Y/N climbed out with him, the night air cool against their skin. They stood together, the silence of the night punctuated by their quiet breaths.

"It's peaceful out here," Y/N said softly, her voice almost lost in the vastness of the night.

König nodded, his gaze shifting from the horizon to her. "It is," he agreed, his voice equally soft. He looked at her, really looked at her, and saw the same longing reflected in her eyes that he felt deep within himself.

"I... I care about you, Y/N," he confessed, the words escaping before he could second-guess himself.

Y/N turned to him, her eyes wide and searching. For a moment, time seemed to stand still, the world narrowing down to just the two of them.

"I care about you too, König," she whispered, her voice trembling with emotion.

The distance between them evaporated in an instant. König reached out, lifting his mask, his hand gently cupping her cheek as he leaned in, his lips meeting hers in a kiss that was both tender and desperate. The kiss spoke of all the moments they had shared, the unspoken words, and the deep connection that had grown between them.

When they finally pulled apart, König rested his forehead against hers, his heart pounding in his chest. "I don't want this to end," he murmured.

"Neither do I," Y/N replied, her voice steady with newfound certainty.

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The headlights of König's vehicle cut through the darkness as they made their way back to the barracks. The compound was still and quiet, a stark contrast to the emotions simmering between them. As they neared the barracks, König stole a glance at Y/N, who sat beside him, her expression thoughtful, a small, contented smile playing on her lips.

He pulled up to the entrance, parking the vehicle and cutting the engine. The silence that followed felt thick with unspoken words. König turned to Y/N, his heart racing, unsure of what to say or how to prolong this moment that he didn't want to end.

"I'll walk you to your room," he offered, his voice a soft rumble in the still night.

Y/N nodded, a shy yet warm smile lighting up her face. They got out of the vehicle and walked side by side towards her quarters, their footsteps echoing softly against the concrete. The distance between them felt simultaneously too close and not close enough, a delicate balance of burgeoning intimacy and restrained emotion.

They reached her door, the dim light from a nearby lamp casting soft shadows over their faces. König stopped, turning to face her. His heart hammered in his chest as he searched for the right words to express the whirlwind of feelings inside him.

"Tonight... it meant a lot to me," he said, his voice low and sincere. "I want you to know that I'll be here for you. Whenever you need me."

Y/N looked up at him, her eyes glistening with the same emotion that had been building within him all night. "It meant a lot to me too," she replied, her voice just as soft, her words laden with unspoken promises.

König hesitated for a moment, the desire to hold onto this closeness battling with the fear of overstepping boundaries. He took a step closer, his hand reaching out to lightly brush her cheek. "One more kiss?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper, the vulnerability in his request stark and raw.

Y/N's smile widened, and she nodded, closing the small gap between them. Her hand rested gently on his chest, and he could feel the warmth of her touch through his uniform. He lifted his mask once more and leaned down, capturing her lips in a kiss that was tender yet filled with a longing that spoke of future moments, of the bond they were building. It was a kiss that lingered, a promise of more to come, and when they finally pulled apart, König felt a profound sense of contentment wash over him.

As he gazed into her eyes, he knew that this was just the beginning of something real, something that went beyond the darkness and the silence of the compound. "Goodnight, Y/N," he murmured, his voice filled with quiet affection.

"Goodnight, König," she replied, her eyes shining with a mixture of hope and certainty.

He watched her enter her room, the door closing softly behind her. König stood there for a moment, a smile curving his lips as he turned to head back to his rounds. The night was no longer just a routine patrol; it was a night that had changed everything, a night where he had found a connection that he hadn't even realized he was searching for. As he drove away, the memory of their kiss lingered, a beacon in the darkness, guiding him forward.