COD Oneshots

Feelings 2 (König)

The next evening, König stood in front of the small mirror in his quarters, running his hands over the shirt he had just put on—his third change of the night. His nerves were getting the better of him, and he hated it. It was ridiculous to be this anxious over something as simple as hanging out with Y/N. After all, this wasn't a date. She had made that clear enough, and he had tried to remind himself of it over and over again.

But no matter how much he repeated it in his head, his heart didn't seem to listen.

He glanced down at his shirt again, fingers tugging at the hem. He wasn't used to caring so much about how he looked, especially outside of missions. Normally, it was all tactical gear and armor. But now, without his mask, without the usual protective layers, he felt exposed. Vulnerable. He had picked something simple—a black fitted t-shirt that hugged his broad shoulders and chest, casual but clean. Yet it had taken him too long to settle on it, his anxiety over every detail gnawing at him.

"This is stupid," he muttered under his breath. "Just a night out... nothing more."

But as he made his way to the front of the base, walking toward where he was supposed to meet Y/N, that familiar knot of tension tightened in his chest again. The cool evening air did little to calm his nerves, and when he finally spotted her standing near the entrance, his breath caught in his throat.

She looked stunning.

Y/N wore a short, fitted dress that hugged her figure in all the right ways, showing off her curves without being too revealing. Her hair was styled effortlessly, soft waves framing her face, and there was a casual confidence in the way she stood, leaning slightly against the wall, checking her phone as she waited for him. The streetlights above cast a soft glow on her skin, making her seem almost ethereal.

König felt his pulse quicken, his nerves turning into something else—something more dangerous. He hadn't been prepared for this. He thought they'd grab drinks, maybe sit at a bar and chat, nothing out of the ordinary. But the way she looked tonight made it hard for him to remember that this wasn't supposed to mean anything more. She looked like she belonged on a night out with someone who would actually know how to talk to her, someone who wasn't tongue-tied and filled with conflicting feelings every time they were near.

As he approached her, he felt the dread settle in his stomach. This night was going to be absolute torture.

Y/N looked up from her phone and smiled when she saw him, her eyes bright and warm. "Hey, König! You clean up pretty well."

Her voice was playful, but he could feel the warmth behind her words, and it made him swallow hard, forcing himself to act normal. He gave a small nod, trying to maintain his composure. "You... look nice," he mumbled, his voice gruffer than usual. He could feel his face heat up beneath his mask of self-control, and he cursed himself for being so affected by her presence.

"Thanks," she replied, flashing him a smile as she straightened up. "You ready to go?"

König nodded stiffly, feeling his nerves tighten even more as they started walking together toward the bar in town. Her easy smile, the way she carried herself with such confidence—it only made him more aware of his own awkwardness. He felt too big, too out of place next to her. His mind raced with everything that could go wrong tonight, the alcohol loosening his grip on the thoughts he tried so hard to keep buried.

As they made their way into the town, König couldn't stop sneaking glances at her. The dress swayed gently with each step she took, the fabric clinging to her in a way that only made it harder for him to focus on anything else. Every little detail about her tonight—the way she smelled, the soft brush of her arm against his when they walked too close—made it feel like his carefully constructed walls were starting to crack.