COD Oneshots

Mask (König)

Y/N had always been intrigued by König's mask. The dark, thick fabric hund losely over his head, stretching just far enough to hint at the sharp jawline and intense eyes underneath. She'd often found herself studying it, wondering how he could wear something so stifling for hours on end. But there he was, lounging on the couch in the common room, looking effortlessly comfortable as if he were born in that mask.

And now, they were together. Dating. She still got a bit of a thrill just thinking about it. Being with König felt like being wrapped in something warm and safe, even if his towering frame and silent, brooding demeanor were enough to scare the daylights out of most people.

Tonight, she'd chosen a dress just for him—a short, fitted one that hugged her curves. She rarely wore anything this form-fitting, a little self-conscious of her softer belly and wider hips, but König had a way of making her feel beautiful. In his thick, accented voice that always had her heart racing, he'd told her how much he loved her curves, how he loved that there was more of her to hold, to admire. She still flushed thinking about it.

As she entered the room, his eyes found her immediately. There was a flicker of something in them—a quiet, warm appreciation—and then he gave her a small wave to come closer. She walked over, her cheeks warm with a mixture of excitement and nervousness, and he pulled her down gently, settling her between his legs with her back against his broad chest. His arms wrapped around her, hands coming to rest on her belly, the other on her thigh, fingers tracing gentle circles.

Y/N leaned into him, savoring the feeling of his closeness. Even through the mask, she could feel his gaze on her, warm and full of an unspoken affection. She knew it was silly, but her curiosity got the better of her.

"König," she started, a little timidly, "How can you wear this all day without getting stuffy?"

She could feel him smile behind the mask, a silent chuckle rumbling in his chest as he tightened his hold on her, drawing her even closer. He tilted his head down so his face was near her ear. "You want to know?" he murmured, his deep voice almost a purr.

She nodded, her curiosity brightening her eyes, and he seemed to pause, as if contemplating something mischievous.

"Well," he said, with a playful edge in his voice, "maybe I can show you."

Before she could ask what he meant, he lifted the mask, just enough for her to see his mouth, his strong jaw, and a sly grin that made her heart skip a beat. Then, moving carefully, he tilted her head, bringing her face up under the mask with his. It was dark, his breath warm and close as it mingled with hers, creating a quiet, private space that felt miles away from everything else.

In the shadows under his mask, she saw his smile, the barest hint of dimples softening his usually intense features. His eyes, softer up close, gleamed with a warmth she'd only ever seen when they were alone.

He leaned down, his mouth capturing hers in a kiss, slow and deep, his lips warm and tender against hers. The world faded away, her worries slipping from her mind as he kissed her, each gentle press and brush of his lips sending a warmth all the way down to her toes. She melted into him, her hands instinctively reaching up to hold onto his arms for support.

His grip on her tightened as his hand traced light, teasing patterns along her thigh, then rested at her waist. She could feel the quiet strength in his touch, a careful gentleness that only made her sink further into him. And for a moment, the only thing that existed was the two of them, hidden in their little world under his mask.

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Across the room, the rest of the team looked on, stuck between shock and utter disbelief. They'd all been relaxing in the common area, half-heartedly paying attention to whatever was on TV, but the moment Y/N had walked in, all eyes were on her and König.

Gaz was the first to speak up, muttering under his breath, "Oh, bloody hell. Is he actually... cuddling?"

Soap, eyes wide in a mixture of horror and confusion, leaned forward. "Cuddling? Mate, look closer! He's practically devouring her with that damn mask."

König and Y/N were completely absorbed in each other, unaware of the small, horrified audience they had accumulated. Gaz held a hand to his chest, feigning a dramatic retch, muttering to himself, "Gonna be sick... I think I might actually be sick."

Soap's face twisted, half amused, half disgusted as he watched Y/N disappear more under König's mask, her small frame tucked securely between his massive arms. "What... what is even happening under there?" he whispered in stunned disbelief, as though he was watching some forbidden, arcane ritual.

Price, sitting at the far end of the room with his arms crossed, had one eyebrow raised. He was the only one not openly gawking. After a few moments, he cleared his throat loudly, hoping the sound might jolt König back to reality. But König didn't even flinch; he was too busy gently holding Y/N close, the two of them lost in their little cocoon.

"Lass looks like she's bein' swallowed by a bear," Soap muttered, leaning over to Gaz. "Never thought I'd see the day."

Gaz shook his head, leaning as far away from the scene as he could while still watching. "If I disappear under someone's headgear like that, just shoot me," he grumbled.

They sat there, transfixed in equal parts horror and fascination. Finally, unable to stand it any longer, Soap grabbed a pillow and lobbed it over at the couple. The pillow bounced off the back of the couch, but it was enough to finally get König's attention. He looked up, eyes narrowing as he spotted the rest of the team staring at him with mixed expressions of disgust, amusement, and mock horror.

"Oi!" Soap said, hands raised in mock surrender. "We get it, you're all lovey-dovey, but can we not watch our scariest bloke turn into a teddy bear?"

König didn't say a word. Instead, his eyes flashed with a quiet pride as he tightened his hold on Y/N, pressing a quick, defiant kiss to the top of her head before letting her emerge from the depths of his mask. His gaze flicked over to the others, a silent dare in his eyes.

Y/N, cheeks flushed, stifled a giggle as she straightened her dress and gave a shy wave to the team. König finally spoke, his accent thick and utterly unapologetic. "You're just jealous," he rumbled, his deep voice laced with amusement.

Soap's jaw dropped, and Gaz broke into laughter, shaking his head. "Jealous? Of that?" Gaz chuckled, though there was no denying the tiny hint of admiration creeping into his smirk.

Price just shook his head, a rare smile breaking his usually stern expression. "Don't get too comfortable, König. We've got a mission in the morning."

But as the laughter died down and they all went back to their business, they knew they'd never forget the sight of the team's most dangerous man, cuddling up and smiling behind his mask, softer and more human than they'd ever seen him.