COD Oneshots

Future (König)

In the heart of a conflict-scarred land, amidst the rugged terrain where soldiers tread with the weight of duty and the burden of unspoken fears, there existed a man known simply as König. His presence was as silent and enigmatic as the mountains that overlooked their camp, his expressions shielded behind a stoic facade and a balaclava that concealed more than just his identity.

To his comrades, there wasn't much to say about König. He was a reserved figure, one who kept to himself and seldom shared more than necessary. Yet beneath that mask, hidden from all but himself, there was a secret he guarded fiercely—a fascination that grew silently for a fellow soldier named Y/N.

Y/N was everything König was not—warm, vibrant, and unguarded in her moments of laughter and camaraderie. Her presence brought a fleeting lightness to their otherwise grim existence, a respite from the constant tension that hung in the air like an oppressive fog. For König, observing her became a quiet obsession.

In the rare moments when their duties allowed for respite, he would find himself stealing glances, memorizing the curve of her smile, the cadence of her voice when she spoke of home, and the way her eyes crinkled at the edges when she laughed. He became adept at capturing these moments in his mind, etching them into memory with the precision of a meticulous artist.

Though he would never admit it, not even to himself, König found solace in Y/N's presence. Her laughter became a melody he longed to hear amidst the cacophony of gunfire and distant explosions. He would catch himself drifting into thoughts of her during the quiet hours of the night, replaying conversations they'd had, the small details she'd shared unknowingly weaving themselves into the fabric of his thoughts.

It was a perilous dance, this unspoken admiration. König, a man of few words, found himself grappling with emotions that defied the boundaries of their war-torn reality. He dared not approach her, fearful that his feelings might disrupt the delicate balance they maintained amidst chaos. Instead, he chose to watch from afar, a silent guardian who found solace in her presence, even as he kept his distance.

One evening, as they stood side by side overlooking the fading hues of a sunset painted across the sky, Y/N turned to König with a rare gentleness in her eyes. "Do you ever think about what comes after this?" she asked softly, her voice carrying a weight that mirrored the uncertainty etched in his own heart.

König hesitated, the words caught in his throat like shards of glass. In that moment, he longed to tell her everything—to unravel the carefully constructed walls around his heart and lay bare the truth of his admiration. Yet, the fear of rejection, of disrupting the fragile equilibrium they had found, held him back.

Instead, he offered her a small, almost imperceptible nod, a silent acknowledgment of the bond they shared amidst the chaos. Y/N smiled faintly, her gaze lingering on his masked face for a moment longer before she turned away, the weight of their unspoken words hanging heavy in the air.

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After one particularly grueling mission that left the soldiers weary and wounded, König found himself trudging back to the barracks, each step heavier than the last. The weight of exhaustion pressed down on his shoulders, but he kept his pace steady, his mind already calculating the necessary steps to tend to his own wounds in solitude.

Yet, fate had other plans that evening.

As he passed through the dimly lit corridors of their makeshift base, Y/N's voice called out to him softly from behind. "König, wait." Her concern was evident, her eyes scanning him with a mixture of empathy and worry.

He turned to face her, surprised by her sudden appearance. "I'm fine," he assured her with a curt nod, his voice betraying none of the fatigue that gripped him.