COD Oneshots

Valentines (König)

König came froma  country where Valentine's Day had always seemed more like a distant, frivolous tradition than something to be taken seriously. In his line of work, missions, adrenaline, and survival were the priorities, not flowers, chocolates, or love letters. But out in the field, where every day could be your last, even the most fleeting thoughts of home or love had a way of surfacing.

He was on a routine check-up of the base's medical tent after a mission, making sure the soldiers who had been injured were properly cared for. The soft buzz of the fluorescent lights mixed with the sounds of beeping monitors and quiet murmurs of medical staff. His eyes scanned the room, taking in the usual chaos. But then, something caught his attention.

Y/N.

She was standing at the far side of the room, tending to a patient, but it was her desk that immediately drew his gaze. On it was a small, colorful decoration—a hand-made heart garland strung up with thread, and a few small paper flowers folded with care. The sight of it startled him. It wasn't just the decorations that surprised him; it was the sudden realization that it was February 14th.

He had been so immersed in the work, the mission, and the constant need to focus on survival, that the date had slipped past him unnoticed. But Y/N... She was American. And back home, Valentine's Day was a big deal. He remembered hearing stories of grand gestures, of roses and dinner dates, of love being celebrated openly. He hadn't paid it much attention until now.

König shifted slightly, his heart hammering in his chest. They had been flirting lightly for a few months now. She was kind, always with a smile on her face when he came in for routine checks, and he found himself drawn to her easy demeanor. She was one of the few people who could make him feel at ease, even in the middle of war.

But nothing had ever come of it. They were both busy with their responsibilities, and besides, his life was full of uncertainty. But looking at those decorations—those tiny tokens of affection—he realized just how much he'd come to appreciate her. And in that moment, he wanted to do something for her, even if it seemed small.

The problem was, they were in a warzone. The nearest flower shop was a thousand miles away. He could barely send a message, let alone get her the kind of gifts she deserved. But then something clicked in his mind.

Flowers. There were flowers growing on the outskirts of their base. Not much, but enough to make something meaningful. He'd seen them earlier when he'd gone on patrol. They weren't roses or lilies, but they were beautiful in their own way—wildflowers that had managed to bloom despite the harsh conditions.

With a sense of urgency, König nodded to himself and quickly excused himself from the medical tent. His boots pounded against the dirt as he made his way toward the edge of the base. The wind howled, but the flowers were still there, small patches of color against the otherwise barren landscape. He picked as many as he could find, taking care to gather only the freshest, most vibrant ones.

With his hand full of wildflowers, König made his way back to the medical tent. His pulse was racing, a mixture of nerves and excitement. He hadn't planned for this, and it was a bit impulsive, but he couldn't shake the feeling that it was the right thing to do.

When he entered the tent, Y/N was still focused on her work, her back turned to him. For a brief moment, König stood there, watching her in silence. He didn't know what exactly to say, or how to explain the flowers in his hands, but he figured it would be best just to give them to her.

"Y/N," he called softly, his voice low. She turned, her eyes lighting up as she saw the flowers.

"Are those... for me?" she asked, her voice tinged with surprise.

König nodded, his usual confidence momentarily absent. "Valentine's Day... I know it's not... much. But I thought you might like them."

Y/N blinked, a smile spreading across her face. It was the kind of smile that melted away all the weight of the world for a moment, and König felt his heart skip.

"They're perfect," she whispered, gently taking the flowers from his hands. She leaned in, inhaling the scent, and then looked up at him with those soft eyes that always seemed to see right through him.

"I didn't expect this," she said. "Thank you, König. It means more than you know."

König felt a strange warmth spread through him. Maybe it wasn't much—just a handful of wildflowers—but in that moment, it felt like the most meaningful thing he could give.

"Well," he said with a small grin, "maybe next year I'll get you something bigger."

Y/N chuckled, her fingers gently brushing against his as she adjusted the flowers in her hands. "I think this is perfect. Just... perfect."

"Happy Valentines Day, Y/N."

For a moment, the world outside the tent seemed to disappear. There was no war, no violence, just two people who had shared a quiet moment of connection. And for the first time in a long time, König allowed himself to believe that there was more to life than missions and survival.

In that fleeting moment, he realized that sometimes, the simplest gestures were the most meaningful.