COD Oneshots

German (König)

König stood in his secluded corner of the barracks, meticulously cleaning his weapon with practiced efficiency. The dim light cast shadows across the room, highlighting the seriousness etched into his features. It had been months since he left Germany, months filled with missions, drills, and camaraderie, yet a part of him still yearned for home.

He missed the ease of speaking his native language, the comforting flavors of German cuisine, and the familiarity of his surroundings. Here in this foreign land, even the so-called "German" aisles in supermarkets failed to capture the essence of what he craved.

No one in his unit seemed to notice his longing, except for Y/N. She wasn't particularly close to König; in fact, he maintained a deliberate distance from everyone. Yet, she observed the subtle cues: the items he picked from the shelves, his occasional struggles with English, and the way he would pause, searching for the right word.

Driven by empathy, Y/N decided to bridge the gap. She embarked on a mission of her own, learning snippets of German phrases and expressions. It was challenging, piecing together a language unfamiliar to her, but her determination grew with each lesson.

One quiet evening, she found König alone in their shared space. Heart racing, she approached him tentatively, her nerves threatening to betray her newfound language skills. With a deep breath, she mustered the courage to speak.

"König, wie geht es dir heute Abend?" Her German was halting, imperfect, but genuine.

(König, how are you tonight?)

König paused in his task, surprise flickering in his eyes beneath his tactical mask. No one here spoke German—how could they understand his inner thoughts? Yet here was Y/N, making the effort to connect with him in his mother tongue.

A small smile tugged at the corners of König's mouth, a rare sight among his stoic demeanor. Setting aside his gun-cleaning kit, he met her gaze. "Mir geht es gut, danke," he replied in German, his voice carrying a mix of gratitude and amusement.

(I'm fine, thank you.)

Y/N's heart swelled with relief and joy at his response. Despite the simplicity of their exchange, it marked a significant moment of connection. From that night onward, a silent understanding grew between them—a bond forged not just through duty, but through the shared effort to bridge cultural and linguistic barriers.

As time passed, König found himself opening up more to Y/N, sharing anecdotes from home and teaching her German phrases in return. Their interactions became a source of comfort in the midst of their intense and demanding missions.

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The mission had been tense, the air thick with anticipation and danger. König moved swiftly and silently, his focus honed on the task at hand. But in the chaos, a misstep occurred, and pain shot through his side. He gritted his teeth, pushing through the discomfort as adrenaline masked the severity of his injury.

Y/N, always vigilant, noticed the slight change in König's demeanor. She saw the subtle wince, the way he favored one side, despite his attempts to hide it. Instinctively, she knew something was wrong. Ignoring protocol, she approached him quietly after they returned to camp, her concern evident in her eyes.

"König, kann ich dir helfen... Pflaster... uhmm, Wunde..." Her German was still clumsy, the words stumbling out uncertainly, but her intent was clear. She wanted to help him.

(König, can I help you... Bandage... Wound..)

König hesitated for a moment, his gaze fixed on Y/N. Underneath his mask, his expression softened imperceptibly. He was unused to anyone tending to him, preferring to handle things on his own. But Y/N's persistence and understanding touched a chord within him.

Without a word, he followed her to her tent, the atmosphere filled with an unspoken trust. Y/N gestured for him to remove his shirt, her movements gentle yet determined. She fetched supplies from her medical kit, her hands steady despite the gravity of the situation.

"Okay, ich werde das verbinden," she murmured, her German faltering slightly as she cleaned and dressed his wound. Occasionally, an English word slipped in, but König didn't mind. Her efforts spoke louder than any language barrier.

(Okay, I am going to bandage this now)

König watched her closely as she worked, his initial guardedness slowly giving way to a grudging admiration. Here was someone who understood him, who respected his need for privacy yet reached out when it mattered most.

Once she finished bandaging him up, Y/N looked up at him, a mix of relief and concern in her eyes. "Alles okay?" she asked softly, her concern palpable.

(Everything okay?)

König nodded slightly, a ghost of a smile playing on his lips. "Danke, Y/N," he replied quietly, the gratitude evident in his voice.

(Thanks)

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The night air was crisp as König and Y/N found themselves in the communal kitchen, surrounded by the comforting aroma of simmering spices and sizzling meats. Y/N had surprised König with a shipment of authentic German ingredients, a thoughtful gesture that instantly lifted his spirits. They worked side by side, chopping vegetables and seasoning dishes, their conversation flowing between halting German phrases and occasional slips into English.

König couldn't help but tease Y/N as they cooked. He playfully called her German pet names, watching with amusement as she furrowed her brow in confusion or chuckled uncertainly at his remarks. "Mein Augen... what?" she questioned, her expression a mix of amusement and curiosity.

(My eyes)

He chuckled softly, feeling a warmth grow inside him as he realized how much effort she was putting into bridging their cultural divide. As they continued to banter, König found himself drawn to her presence more than ever before. He began flirting subtly, his words carrying a hint of mischief that left Y/N momentarily flustered.

Later, amidst the soft glow of the kitchen lights and the fragrant steam rising from their meal, König leaned closer to Y/N. In a quiet moment when they were alone by the stove, he whispered a translation of his compliment about her eyes directly into her ear. "Deine Augen sind wie Sterne in der Nacht," he murmured, his voice low and intimate.

(Your eyes are like stars in the sky)

A shiver ran down Y/N's spine at his words, the meaning clear even in her limited understanding of German. She looked up at him, meeting his intense gaze with a mixture of surprise and longing. In that moment, something unspoken passed between them—a connection that transcended words and barriers.

Without hesitation, Y/N reached up, her fingers trembling slightly as she gently lifted König's mask just a fraction. Their eyes locked, and in the quiet intimacy of that kitchen, she pressed her lips softly against his.

Time seemed to stand still as they shared their first kiss, a tender and wordless exchange that spoke volumes. For König, it was a moment of vulnerability and acceptance he hadn't anticipated. And for Y/N, it was a culmination of their growing closeness, a leap of faith into the unknown.

As they pulled back slightly, their foreheads touching, König's eyes held a mixture of surprise and affection. Y/N's heart raced with a mixture of nerves and exhilaration, unsure of what would come next but certain of the bond they had forged.

In the weeks and months that followed, their relationship blossomed amidst the challenges of their military life. They continued to cook together, to laugh together, and to navigate the intricacies of language and love. And through it all, König and Y/N discovered that sometimes, the most meaningful connections arise from unexpected places, fueled by shared moments of courage and understanding.