COD Oneshots

Jacket (König)

König strode into the common room, his broad shoulders casting a looming shadow. His eyes, sharp and observant, swept over the small group gathered around the table. Each member of the team sat tense, their laughter dying down as they felt his gaze land on them. The common room, usually filled with camaraderie, fell into a nervous hush.

"Has anyone seen my jacket?" König's voice was deep, laced with an authority that made even the bravest hesitate. He scanned the room, noting the subtle shifts as his teammates shrank back, trying to avoid eye contact. They all knew better than to mess with his belongings—König's things were as untouchable as the man himself.

Just then, the door swung open with a cheerful squeak, and in walked Y/N, her smile radiant enough to light up the dim room. The moment König's gaze landed on her, something in him softened, a flicker of warmth breaking through his stoic exterior. Y/N's carefree spirit had a way of breaking down his defenses, even if just for a moment.

"Hey, König!" she chimed, her voice bright. But as she stepped closer, his amusement faded, replaced by a bemused stare. She wore his jacket—the one he had been searching for, the one that hung loosely on her frame, accentuating her figure.

"Doesn't it look better on me anyways?" she teased, twirling playfully to show off the oversized garment, her laughter ringing through the air.

A chuckle rumbled in König's chest, deep and genuine. She always had a way of making him smile, even when she tested the limits of his patience. His amusement was short-lived, however, as he took a step closer, the space between them shrinking. The air crackled with unspoken tension.

"You think it looks better, do you?" he murmured, his voice low and teasing, almost a growl. With a swift motion, he wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her close. Her laughter echoed in his ears, but there was a glint of mischief in his eyes that hinted at his playful warning.

"Just remember," he whispered, his breath warm against her ear, "I'll punish you for this later, Schatz." His tone held a promise wrapped in playful seriousness, a reminder of the playful rivalry that always danced between them.

Y/N's eyes sparkled with challenge, and she leaned back slightly to meet his gaze, her smile unwavering. "I look forward to it," she replied, her tone cheeky, and just like that, the moment was filled with an intoxicating mix of tension and anticipation.

The rest of the team exchanged glances, silently marveling at the dynamic unfolding before them. While they might have feared König's intensity, Y/N had a way of softening him, coaxing out a side that no one else got to see.

As they stood together, the world outside faded away. In that moment, it was just the two of them—the stoic soldier and the vibrant spirit. And despite the playful threat, König knew that every time she stole something of his, she was really stealing his heart all over again.

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A few days had passed, and König found himself in the middle of nowhere, sitting on a creaky, uncomfortable field bed inside the confines of a cold, dimly lit tent. The familiar sounds of a far-off battle echoed faintly through the night, but his mind was far from the mission at hand. In his large, gloved hands, he held a small picture—a snapshot of Y/N. It was slightly worn at the edges from being folded and unfolded, but her bright smile in the image never failed to bring warmth to his heart.

König stared down at the photo, his thumb tracing the outline of her face as if by touching it he could somehow bring her closer to him. A soft sigh escaped his lips as he leaned back, resting against the hard canvas wall of the tent. It was strange how the battlefield, once his only focus, no longer felt as important as it once had. He had always been driven, always dedicated to his missions, but now... now he had a reason to make it back home. Her.

The memory of her dancing around in his jacket came to mind. The way it had hung loosely off her shoulders, far too big but looking perfect on her all the same. She had been so carefree, so happy, her laughter filling the air and melting his usual icy exterior. He could still hear the teasing in her voice when she said, "Doesn't it look better on me anyways?"

König chuckled to himself, though the smile on his face quickly turned into something softer, more intimate. His thoughts drifted to the night that followed—when he had pulled her into his arms, his promise of "punishment" turning into something far more tender. He could still feel the warmth of her body beneath him, the way her skin had felt under his touch. Her eyes had been filled with love and trust, her smile soft and adoring, and for the first time in his life, he had felt truly at peace.

He had never imagined himself worthy of something like this, of someone like her. The life he led wasn't built for softness, wasn't meant for love, but Y/N had stormed into his world and turned everything upside down. Somehow, in her own unique way, she had chosen him. She had seen through the layers of armor, both physical and emotional, and loved the man beneath.

König's heart swelled with gratitude and disbelief. He could hardly believe how lucky he had gotten. Out of all the people in the world, she had chosen to love him. And God, did he love her back. He missed her more with each passing day, and the thought of holding her in his arms again was the only thing that made the cold nights and the endless battles bearable.

Soon, he thought. Soon he would be back. He could picture it already: walking through the door, seeing her waiting for him, and without a word, pulling her close, wrapping her in his arms, never wanting to let go.

König held the picture of Y/N a little tighter, the longing in his chest both painful and comforting. She was his light, his reason to keep pushing forward, to survive. He couldn't wait to get back to her, to feel her warmth against him, to hear her laugh, to kiss her the way he had been dreaming about since the moment he left.

But until then, the memory of her would have to be enough. He closed his eyes, the image of Y/N in his jacket flashing in his mind once more, and a soft smile tugged at his lips.

"Soon, meine Liebe," he whispered to the empty tent. "Soon."