Can't choose~ konig x ghost x y/n

A Chance To The Task Force

Authors note~

Hey readers, this is my second book that I'm writing and I am still learning with spelling and grammar and basicly how to write a good book. I didn't finish the first book yet but if you want you can go read it, it would mean alot to me. I do want to warn you of a few things~ this book will evolve, rape, stalking, NSFW, violence, abuse, abduction, and drugs and alcohol. If any of these make you uncomfortable then you can stop reading the book but I will warn you so you can just skip the chapter instead. I will warn you that this is a slow burn. I will try and post a new chapter as soon as possible. I also have no idea of anything related to call of duty, I'm just a simp for the characters :3. By the way please don't complain about the fact that konigs name is spelled wrong, I know it's supposed to have that 'special o with the dots on top' but I don't know how to do that on my phone :<. That's all for this note, I hope you have a good day and enjoy reading😋

Chapter 1~ a chance to the task force

It's been a long day, Hell it's been a long year. I've only been in the military for two years but I sure as hell didn't expect to still be a rookie. The military is like a pack of puppies, there's always a runt in the litter. For the past two years, I've been the runt. People think I'm weak because they can't understand me. They don't understand why I wear a mask, one that covers my whole face except for my eyes, but is connected around my head with straps so I can still leave my hair out. While most females in the military wore their hair in buns, I prefered a loose, high ponytail. My hair was rather long which quickly became annoying and my hair being black made me mistaken it for a shadow at times but I never chose to cut it or change how I tied it up. I guess I'm just not used to change, change can be intimidating at times, too much of it and you'll be a whole new person and won't recognize yourself or anyone around you. I've worked hard to hide everything about myself. No one knows anything about me, they don't know my birthday, they don't know about my past or anything about my family or friends, not that I have any family or friends left, but they don't know that. Hell, they don't even know my real name. Everyone calls me reaper, it's the call sign i earned from a mission gone wrong.

A year into training in the military, I was sent as back-up on a mission that was going terribly wrong. The big teams would always be sent on missions while the rest of us 'lower ranks' sat around and waited until we were needed. The team got ambushed, it seemed as though someone tipped them off that we were coming. Many other soldiers, including me, was sent to help the team make it out alive. The second I landed on the ground I started shooting any enemy I see. I was doing well, better then the rest. Every time I got shot, I didn't show it, I never did, any kind of emotion was weak in my opinion, it's why I always kept a stoic face. I ignored any kind of injury and walked it off. When I looked back I saw a tank, next thing I knew, the entire team and the backup was dead, blood was everywhere. I was surrounded by over 30 enemies and I was alone. I remember it like it was yesterday, the pain as I kept getting shot and stabbed, the blood that splattered on my uniform and face as I killed every. Single. One. Of those men. By the time I was finished killing all the enemies, I was covered head to toe in blood and guts. I was stabbed eight times and shot six times, yet somehow I stood on my feet, staring g at the dead bodies laying on the ground around me. It didn't take long after for a heli to show up. Just as it did I passed out, from all the blood loss I presume. When I got back I was given time to heal and then I was sent off to train with the cadets on the elite task force 141 base, with the new call sign, reaper.

I've been on the task force 141 base for about a year now, but I was only a cadet. There were only four females amongst the cadets and I was one of them, the other three ladies wanted nothing to do with me, and neither did I want anything to do with them, I didn't want anything to do with anyone, I was a loner, some even called me a lone wolf. I mentioned how I worked hard to bury any information about me, even on my file.