Nikto and Krueger [Call of Duty AI Generated Stories]

In the Common Room: A Nikto and Krueger Story

The common room was a hub of activity, a place where soldiers gathered to unwind, chat, and sometimes compete in friendly games. It was a large space with comfortable couches, a few tables, and a big screen TV that was currently showing a sports game. The air was filled with the murmur of conversation, occasional laughter, and the clinking of glasses.

König, Horangi, and a few other soldiers were scattered around the room, engaged in various activities. König was in a heated discussion about tactics with Horangi, while a group of others were clustered around a table, playing cards.

Nikto and Krueger entered the common room together, having just returned from a long day of training exercises. They had been in each other's company almost non-stop since their romantic moment under the stars, and tonight was no different. They moved through the room, Krueger's arm casually draped around Nikto's shoulders, his touch warm and possessive.

Nikto felt a mix of emotions as they entered. The common room was a far cry from the quiet, intimate setting they had shared just days before. The public nature of the space made him feel a bit exposed, especially with Krueger's arm around him and the intense, affectionate look in Krueger's eyes.

Krueger, however, was unbothered by the surroundings or the curious glances they were receiving. He had always been confident, but tonight he seemed almost to radiate a different kind of energy—one that was unabashedly affectionate and possessive.

As they settled onto one of the couches, Krueger pulled Nikto closer, his arm sliding from Nikto's shoulders to wrap around his waist. Nikto's heart skipped a beat at the gesture, and he found himself nestling into Krueger's side, his head resting against Krueger's shoulder. The gesture was tender and intimate, a stark contrast to the lively, somewhat rowdy atmosphere of the room.

"Feeling comfortable?" Krueger asked, his voice low and teasing as he adjusted his hold on Nikto.

Nikto glanced around, noticing the various looks they were getting. Some were curious, others amused, but none seemed particularly judgmental. Still, the attention made him feel a bit self-conscious. "A little. It's just... different out here."

Krueger chuckled softly, his hand gently rubbing Nikto's side in a reassuring manner. "Different can be good. Besides, I like having you close."

Nikto couldn't help but smile at that, despite the slight awkwardness he felt. "I like it too. Even if it feels a bit... unusual."

Krueger's grip tightened just slightly, his fingers splayed across Nikto's lower back. "I don't care what anyone else thinks. You're mine, and I'm not going to hide that."

As they sat there, Krueger's hand traced gentle patterns on Nikto's back, the gesture both comforting and slightly exhilarating. The warmth of Krueger's body pressed against his was soothing, and despite the occasional glance from the other soldiers, Nikto found himself relaxing into the embrace.

König, who had been watching the interaction from his spot across the room, raised an eyebrow but said nothing. He had seen Krueger and Nikto's connection grow over the past few days and had come to understand that their bond was something special. He gave a small, approving nod before returning to his conversation with Horangi.

Horangi, on the other hand, seemed more intrigued by the sight. He shot occasional glances at Krueger and Nikto, his expression a mix of curiosity and amusement. "I see you two are pretty close," he remarked with a smirk.

Krueger looked up, his expression unfazed. "Yeah, we are. Got a problem with that?"

Horangi shook his head, a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Not at all. Just hadn't seen you this... affectionate in public before."

Krueger shrugged, his hand continuing its gentle caress of Nikto's back. "Well, you're seeing it now. Nikto's important to me, and I'm not going to hide that."

Nikto felt a flush rise to his cheeks at the public acknowledgment of their relationship. He shifted slightly, trying to find a more comfortable position. Krueger's embrace, while comforting, also made him acutely aware of how vulnerable he felt in front of their peers.

Despite his slight discomfort, Nikto had to admit he enjoyed the closeness. There was something undeniably intimate about Krueger's touch, something that made him feel cherished and valued. It was a stark contrast to his usual guarded demeanor, and it made him feel both exposed and exhilarated.

As the evening wore on, Nikto and Krueger's presence together became a familiar sight in the room. Their interaction remained affectionate and openly romantic. Krueger's hand stayed on Nikto's back, occasionally moving to stroke his arm or gently squeeze his side. Nikto leaned into Krueger's touch, his initial awkwardness gradually giving way to a sense of contentment.

König, still observing from his spot, finally approached them. He leaned against the back of the couch where Nikto and Krueger were seated, his expression thoughtful. "You know," he said, his tone casual but warm, "it's good to see you both happy. We don't get many moments like this in our line of work."

Nikto looked up at König, his gaze a mix of gratitude and shyness. "Thanks. It's nice to have... something to hold on to."

König nodded, a genuine smile on his face. "Just make sure you take care of each other. It's easy to get caught up in the chaos and forget what really matters."

Krueger gave a small, appreciative nod. "We will. Thanks for understanding."

König patted Krueger's shoulder affectionately before heading back to his spot with Horangi. The rest of the evening passed with a more relaxed atmosphere, the initial awkwardness fading into a comfortable, almost normal routine. The occasional glances and comments from others became less frequent, and the room's focus shifted back to the various activities and conversations.

As the night wore on, the common room grew quieter. The soldiers dispersed, and the once lively space became a tranquil haven. Nikto and Krueger remained on the couch, their closeness now a more natural part of the room's ambiance.

Nikto turned his head to look at Krueger, his expression soft. "You know, I didn't expect to feel so at ease with everyone seeing us like this."

Krueger smiled, his hand still gently tracing patterns on Nikto's back. "Neither did I. But I'm glad we're doing it. It feels... right."

Nikto nodded, his heart swelling with affection. "It does. I'm glad you're here with me."

Krueger leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to Nikto's temple. "Always."

Nikto's eyes closed for a moment, savoring the warmth of Krueger's kiss and the gentle touch that accompanied it. He felt a profound sense of contentment, a deep satisfaction in knowing that despite the chaos of their lives, they had found something truly special in each other.

As the night deepened, they remained together, their bodies close and their hearts even closer. The common room, once filled with noise and activity, now felt like a sanctuary, a place where their love and connection could be celebrated without reservation.

And as they sat there, wrapped in each other's embrace, Nikto realized that no matter what the future held, he and Krueger had something that transcended the ordinary—a bond forged in the fires of their shared experiences and solidified in the quiet moments of intimacy and affection.