COD Oneshots

I'll marry that Woman (König)

In the heart of the war-torn city, König's team prepared for their latest mission. Today, they were collaborating with another unit—an arrangement that did little to lift König's spirits. He preferred the familiarity of his own team, where trust was a matter of hard-earned experience. Collaborating with strangers was always a gamble, and König wasn't in the mood for surprises.

When the two teams met at the designated rendezvous point, König's skepticism was immediately validated. Among the new faces was a woman who, despite her uniform, seemed almost out of place. She was noticeably smaller than the others, and her build didn't scream intimidation. König's keen eyes scrutinized her as she stepped forward with an air of unwavering confidence.

As the introductions proceeded, König's team couldn't resist cracking jokes about her height. It wasn't malicious, but the jabs were constant. Yet, the woman—Y/N, as she introduced herself—stood her ground with a firm resolve. Her responses were sharp, and it was clear she had dealt with similar skepticism before. König, observing from the sidelines, couldn't help but chuckle under his breath. There was something about her tenacity that intrigued him.

The mission unfolded in a labyrinth of concrete and rubble, with each team taking on their respective roles. At first, König's skepticism seemed justified. Y/N, despite her stature, handled her assignments with a meticulous efficiency that seemed at odds with her appearance. It wasn't until the mission's intensity ramped up that König witnessed her true capabilities.

As they navigated through a hostile building, it became evident that Y/N's small stature was not a weakness but an asset. She moved with an agility that allowed her to navigate tight spaces, bypassing enemy lines with ease. Her tactical acumen was impressive, orchestrating maneuvers that saved lives and ensured success. König found himself reassessing his initial judgment. The woman's skill was undeniable, her contributions invaluable.

When the mission concluded, and the dust settled, there was a shared sense of triumph among both teams. König observed Y/N from behind his mask, noting the victorious gleam in her eyes. Her confidence was no longer just a facade but a reflection of her true strength. The way she interacted with her team, her genuine camaraderie, was striking.

As he stood amidst the celebration, König felt a shift within him. The respect he had for Y/N had transformed into something deeper, a realization that transcended mere professional admiration.

In the midst of the post-mission chaos, König thought to himself, with a smirk that hid behind his mask, "Diese Frau werde ich heiraten."

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A few years had passed since that fateful mission, and life had taken a turn neither König nor Y/N could have fully predicted. The dawn was just beginning to break over their quiet home, painting the room in soft, muted colors. König was pulled from sleep by a tiny force climbing over him, small hands tugging at the blanket with determined energy.

"Papa, wake up!" a small, insistent voice demanded, filled with the kind of authority only a toddler could muster. König cracked one eye open to see his daughter's bright eyes staring down at him, her cheeks flushed with excitement. "I want pancakes!"

König chuckled, the sound deep and rumbling, as he blinked away the last remnants of sleep. "Pancakes, huh?" he asked, his voice still thick with sleep. "Alright, mein kleines Monster, I'll be right downstairs."

She giggled at the nickname, her laughter infectious. He gently patted her on the head before watching her scramble off the bed with the same enthusiasm she put into everything she did.

Beside him, Y/N stirred, her face still buried in her pillow. She mumbled something unintelligible, and then, in a clearer voice, said, "It's too early... I have no idea where she gets that feistiness from."

König smirked, biting back a laugh. "No clue," he responded, feigning innocence. "Must be a mystery."

Y/N cracked one eye open to give him a sleepy glare, but the corners of her mouth twitched in a small smile. Before she could respond, he leaned over and pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead. "Stay in bed a little longer, Liebling" he whispered. "I'll handle the little one."

"Thank you," she murmured, already sinking back into the comfort of sleep.

König slipped out of bed, moving with a stealth that belied his size, so as not to disturb Y/N further. As he descended the stairs, he heard his daughter humming to herself in the kitchen, her small feet tapping out an impatient rhythm on the floor. The sight that greeted him filled his heart with warmth. She was already dragging a chair toward the counter, clearly intent on helping with the pancakes.

"Ready to be my sous-chef?" he asked as he reached her side, lifting her easily onto the chair so she could see the counter. She nodded eagerly, her earlier demands forgotten now that she was fully engaged in the task ahead.

Together, they began the morning ritual of pancake-making, the kitchen filling with the scent of batter and the sound of giggles. As he watched his daughter pour in ingredients with careful concentration, König couldn't help but marvel at how much his life had changed. The man who had once been reluctant to trust anyone outside his team was now standing in a cozy kitchen, making pancakes with his daughter while the love of his life slept upstairs.

König knew that this was the kind of mission he was meant for—a life built with Y/N, full of love, laughter, and the most determined little girl he had ever met. And as he flipped the first pancake, he found himself thinking with a quiet satisfaction that there was no other place he'd rather be.