COD Oneshots

Watching over you (König)

The rhythmic beeping of the hospital monitor was the only sound in the dimly lit room. Y/N lay unconscious on the bed, bandages swathing her arm and forehead, her chest rising and falling steadily. König sat in the hard, plastic chair beside her, his large form hunched over, his head cradled in his hands. He hadn't left her side in three days, not even for a moment.

His comrades found his behavior perplexing. König was not known for his sociability; he was a ghost among them, rarely speaking unless necessary. Yet here he was, vigilantly watching over Y/N, as if her very breath depended on his presence.

Three days ago, during a mission deep in enemy territory, Y/N had taken a hit meant for König. The firefight was chaotic, bullets tearing through the air, and in the mayhem, Y/N had thrown herself in front of him. He could still see the moment in his mind's eye: her eyes widening in pain, her legs crumpling beneath her. He had barely registered the shock before instinct kicked in, his arms wrapping around her as he dragged her to safety.

Now, as he stared at her pale face, König felt a gnawing ache in his chest, an ache he couldn't name. He had always watched Y/N, ever since she joined his team. He noticed everything about her, though he never let on. The way her eyes sparkled when she laughed, lighting up her entire face, was a memory he cherished. He could recall the subtle fragrance of her hair as she walked past him, a hint of lavender that lingered in the air. Her smirk when the new recruits were reprimanded always made him hide his own smile.

He watched her every morning, how she moved her lips silently as she read her book, how she wouldn't speak a word until she had her first sip of tea. He knew the precise way she liked it, two sugars, no milk, the steam curling around her fingers as she cradled the mug.

König had memorized the sway of her hips when she walked, a confident, unintentional grace that drew his eyes like a magnet. He was aware of every minute detail, a silent observer in the shadows.

He had never spoken to her about any of it. How could he? He was the lone wolf, the silent sentinel, lurking in the background. He wasn't made for the warmth of human connections; he was built for the cold precision of battle. But now, as he sat beside her bed, he wondered if he had been wrong. If he had been watching her all this time, maybe it was because he had been searching for something more, something he could never quite grasp.

Her team members came and went, offering their support, but König barely acknowledged them. They whispered among themselves, puzzled by his unwavering vigil. They didn't know that every minute he spent at her side was a silent prayer, a desperate plea for her to wake up, for her to be okay.

Hours turned into days, and König barely moved. He ate the meals his comrades brought him without tasting them, his thoughts only on Y/N. Sleep was fitful, a restless drift in and out of consciousness, haunted by the fear that she might slip away if he let his guard down.

On the fourth day, just as the first light of dawn filtered through the window, Y/N's fingers twitched. It was a small movement, almost imperceptible, but König saw it. His heart leapt in his chest, his eyes fixed on her face. Her eyelids fluttered, and a faint groan escaped her lips."Y/N?" His voice was rough, unused to such tenderness.

Her eyes slowly opened, unfocused at first, then sharpening as they found his face. She blinked, confusion flickering in her gaze, followed by recognition. "König?" she whispered, her voice weak.

He leaned closer, his massive frame casting a protective shadow over her. "I'm here," he said, his voice softening. "You're going to be okay."A small, tired smile tugged at her lips, and she lifted a hand to touch his arm. "Thank you," she murmured.

König's heart twisted at her touch, a thousand unspoken words clamoring in his throat. He wanted to tell her everything, how he had watched her, admired her, how he had feared for her life. But all he could manage was a nod, his eyes glistening with a rare vulnerability.

As Y/N's eyes closed again, this time in a peaceful sleep, König felt a strange sense of calm settle over him. He would be there when she woke up, just as he had been there all along. And maybe, just maybe, he would find the courage to step out of the shadows and into the light, where she could finally see him for who he really was.

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When Y/N woke the next time, the room was bathed in the soft glow of early morning light. Her body ached, a dull, persistent throb reminding her of her injuries. She groaned slightly, squinting against the brightness as she turned her head. There he was, sitting beside her as if he had never left, his massive form still and silent.

"König?" Her voice was hoarse, but she managed a small smile. "You look like shit."

For a moment, there was silence. Then, beneath the shadow of his mask, König's eyes crinkled with a bright, genuine amusement that shone through the cold, hardened exterior he always wore. Though his face was hidden, the way his eyes lit up told her everything she needed to know.

"Not as bad as you," he replied, his voice carrying a warmth that took her by surprise.

She chuckled softly, the sound weak but genuine. "Fair enough."

König leaned closer, the soft rustling of his gear the only sound in the quiet room. "You really scared me, Y/N," he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

She raised an eyebrow, her smile widening despite the pain. "Didn't think you scared easily."

His eyes softened, and he reached out, his gloved hand gently covering hers. "I do when it comes to you," he said, the words heavy with an emotion he had kept hidden for so long.

Y/N's breath caught, and she looked up at him, her eyes searching his. For the first time, she saw past the mask, past the formidable exterior, and glimpsed the man who had been watching over her all this time. A man who cared more than he would ever say.

"You're full of surprises, König," she murmured, squeezing his hand.

His eyes glimmered with a silent promise, and he squeezed back, his heart swelling with a fierce protectiveness. "Just stay with me," he said, his voice a gruff whisper.

She nodded, her smile softening into something tender. "I'm not going anywhere," she assured him, her eyes closing as she drifted back into sleep, comforted by the knowledge that he would be there when she woke again.

König watched her, his heart full of a quiet, overwhelming relief. For now, that was enough.