Alr Quick Question, Do You All Want Another And Lengthy Konig Fic? Or Quicker Ones(oneshots Basically)

🙈 alr quick question, do you all want another and lengthy konig fic? Or quicker ones(oneshots basically) about Graves and price??

'Pompeii ' pt3

Warnings: mentions of ptsd,war, and angst

Yeah, so just like the konig one, this is only to get one more part due to the fact that I wanted this to be a more so bitter sweet and cut to the chase type fic. But don't worry the longer ones are on their way

The blinding lights that seemed like the heavens gates opened up and beamed down onto your eye, utterly filling it with blurred circles and twos of everything. And then a snarl erupted from your lips at the blurred faces above you as you lunged upward with an impeccable view of the adrenaline swimming through you to fight at whoever was blurred in your vision until a harsh grip held your shoulders and utterly pinned you still back down against the beds groaning metal frame and mattress that seemed to drowning you. Everything burned. Everything rang. Everything was buzzing.

You were..

Alive?

Your focus then snapped back into reality, almost like a whiplash, and then everything went...quiet. So utterly quiet...the calm before a storm it seemed.

And then you saw a pair of blue eyes boring down into your own.

"Simon?"

It's been months and months of hunting down the rest of the cartel. And months and months more of rehabilitation due to your undying stubborness to stick with 141 even with a knurled face and one eye. And Ghost...no.. Simon was there every step of the way. You made it out of there barely alive, and they said, with a broken rib and almost a snapped spine... lucky they said. Lucky. But..it didn't take away your ability to shoot.. or even utterly be even perhaps a better soldier It seemed. Gave you an edge. And made you like a rapid dog with the wrong things.

And that just happened.

Price was smoking a cigar and got too close to you and then your blind spot, and once the smell hit you..

All you saw was the room filled with dirt and the smell of blood as you recoiled and swung yourself frantically in pain in the chair. Your vocal cords raw and pain stricken your eye tumbled to the floor and all you felt was excruciating pain and your face was pinned..and the smell of Burning flesh filled your nostrils as a cigar was all that was your other eye saw before it snapped shut as you reared around mad with pain..

it was too late for Simon, who was sitting right next to the two of you... and he watched as your pupil dilated and your scarred side of your face that now reveled quite the sight of some of your side teeth, including your lower jaw and upper,canines,gums,and tongue as well, and traveled up to the now empty and healed hole of an eye socket... roll into a snarl, more so your teeth baring as you twisted at Price and the white of your eye showed pure utter horror as strangled noise came out of you. Followed by a noise of a stool clattering the floor, Price yelling and the noise of a loud thud. You had whammed him right in his face, and Simon had almost ran out of his chair while the others checked on Price, and you practically reared out of your chair, panting harshly as you hit the tiled floor with a thud and Backed up like a spooked animal would frantically against the drawers of the kitchen. Your eyes were wide and horrored as you realized what you had just done. And then you saw the look in Prices' eyes change from being practically gobsmacked to a soft sorry look as he realized what had just happened.

Tears pricked your eyes as the images just utterly fluttered through your skull, and all you saw was Ghost veer into your vision.

And then he looked over his shoulder before snapping back to you as you spoke,

"Fuck! Price I'm sorry....I'm so sorry"

And then Price, as he was getting up, spoke, as he left the room, practically and evidently going to the infirmary to get it checked out with the knowledge that you had drawn blood,

"Easy kid, you didn't. There's nothing wrong, I should've known to stay away from ya on that side let alone with a cigar."

And with that He was gone.

And so was everyone else.

Just you and Simon.

And then, you felt yourself unable to even breathe, and as a harsh pant filled you lungs with gasps, a harsh hand gripped your chin to look him in his eyes. Your eye wincing as it struggled to focus on just one eye or let alone anything else in the room.

"Easy there, hey,Hey! Just look at me. I know you can still see my eyes through the mask. Focus there. You're fine. Your ok. I got you now. I got you."

And with a choked sound, you utterly just hugged the man, and you both sat there as you cried into his shoulder, and your breath returned..and you two sat there long after you had stopped crying, with you sniffling and him just sitting there holding you as he lowly whispered small words of encouragement and kindness? All you felt was the rumble of his chest as he spoke..his breath..his heartbeat

And slowly, by the steady and strong beat of the man that held you, you had been lulled to sleep.. and you found yourself with the best sleep you've had for months after the incident.

'To Whom the Bells Toll' pt2

Heyyyy so yeah delayed posting on my end and Tumblrs end. Sorry about that 😭

Enjoy 🙈

Warnings:foul language, mentions of blood,and gore.

With each sharp crunch of ice and snow beneath our feet. It left you wishing you had never agreed with Laswell to take this mission. Though You don't think the team nor You had a choice. Laswell had said that National Security was at risk, hence why this task force of yours was created in the first place. You almost feel like she put König with you to test how much bullshit you both can take. Because You where already fed up the moment you had entered the jet and You had to stand next to the giant of a fucking man. You had plenty of time to get to know this man in such a short time... and..

You were sure König could agree.

Maybe that's something you both can agree on.

Russian winter wasn't always the best time to be hiking through the wilderness on the outskirts of the fishing town,but timing and scerecy were of the essence. It was imperative that you had footed the rest of the way on foot for the sake of Russian intelligence being none the wiser.

The icy winds howled past your team as you then departed from 141, König trekking close to your sniper. Lucile untilshe also departed to take a place in the shrouded hillside with a snipers nest.

And then you stopped as you approached the mere outskirts of the town as buildings crept into sight through the thicket of trees.

Then a voice creeped out into your ear piece.

"This Bravo-134 in position."

Then you spoke. Pointing at Jake, one of your other members, and Maxwell. Your medic. And then König and motioned them to go left.

"This is Bravo 0-2 sending 0-8 and 12-3 your way sight on left along with 141s boy"

You could feel eyes dagger into your back as you ignored them. Hearing their boots straught out of ear sight.

"This is Bravo 0-2, 0-6 and I are moving out"

Serena.

Your second in command was Jake, but Serena was quieter.

And you needed silence.

And she needed it.

They had the "diversion," and you had you utter rumble of a breath in your chest.

"This is Bravo 0-2, going in with right side team."

"Roger than, 141s boy out."

A thick Austrian voice.

Fuckinb König.

And in you went.

Sniper nests broke into your sight as you both crept with a light jog until the whizzing sounds of a snipers bullet sipped the airs silence until light thuds sounded out..

Atta'girl Lucile.

Your feet broke out into a run, Serena shadowing you before she broke into your left side. Seemingly like dogs, you flew with harsh glints in your eyes

Then, you grabbed your gun and slid to the left side of the fenced area, finding its way to be strapped to your back. You tore wire cutters out of your left hip and snipped the fence open before plowing through the loose netting of the fence and into the camp you went.

And your gun found its way into your hands and with a quick eye, and with the assistance of the darkness, you clipped a silencer onto your gun, and off you and your partner went.

And all hell broke loose.

An explosion sounded on your left, causing you to shove Serena to the right behind a few crates as gun fire broke out. A grunt escaped from her as she then got up and started returning fire. And quick work your gaze made of some of the ground of Russians at this out post of a fishing village. Motioning to the group you ducked as she kept returning fire and ducking from it you crept to the right side of the gate,hugging it ad your crept closer and closer until two grenades gripped themsleves Into your hands and the clips sank itself into your teeth as you pulled them off and whipped them right at the group. And down you ducked.

"GRENA-"

A loud boom erupted into your ears that turned into ringing, and the sight of a light yellow came and went as it quickly came. But the smell causes your nose to quickly recoil to shallower breaths and something splattered over you and onto your face..and a couple thud echoed out into the air that now was silent.

"BRAVO 0-6 HOW COPY"

"STEADY AND WELL"

Good.

You then crept out of the hiding spot, your gun raised and poised to be fired at any given moment until the sight you saw beheld you to a sick satisfaction.

The smell of metalic crept out as you saw pinkish colors of someone's lower body and grey military pants now soaked with blood darkened to a reddish black, the part of the spine showed mixed with the intestines, severed and reddened through their pink shade and moistened texture, the right leg still twitched with nerves still thrusting through its systems. Blood scattered and practically soaked the concrete. Someone arm lay close by, bodies contorted in motion and missing pieces.

And then a groan erupted, causing your head to whip to the left, cocking to the side as Serena came into view on your right in your peripheral vision.

A soldier, male, laid trapped beneath a piece of shrapnel, his arm lay trapped beneath a sharper piece, evidently about to fall off at any given moment but still connected to the bone and nervous system as flimsy flesh held it together.

Approaching the soldier a badge caught your vision.

Commander.

Your eyes narrowed as you squated above the man in the dark. The street light that dimmed yellow was the only thing that masked the whitened, terrified gaze of the man in front of you as you spoke.

"Where is Hassan."

Hos gaze narrowed as he spat at you before mumbling something to you in Russian and on mere reflection of the moment you then stood up and pressed your foot against the tender wound.And he cried out and weakly pried with his other hand to try and push you off of his arm,writhing like a fucking worm.

Pathetic.

"I'll give you one more chance soldier. Where is Hassan."

Nothing, and then with a tight pressure of your foot you pressed down to hear a ripping noise come from this man's arm.

And then he broke.

With a pained gasp he broke out into a mumbled babble of a whimpered broken sentence before he repeated it. Clearer. Shorter.

"The D-do cking house awaiting pick up.."

The docks. Not far from here.

Pursing your lips, you released your foot from his arm to hear a relieved gasp come from him as he panted vigorously and spasmed against the relief from the wound. And then you cooed mockingly at him.

"That wasn't so hard was it? Now..let me"

Breaking yourself off, you then placed your foot against the sharp shrapnel that pierced the arm. And you pushed,and a pleasingly crack broke out into the night as the man screamed..

"Give you a hand."

A clean cut. A splattering noise made its way into your ears as his now dismembered arm flopped limply to the side. Oozing blood... and the bone slightly peaking.

He seemed relived.. and then pure utter horror broke out onto the man's face, and a scream went to make itself out of his pain wracked body. Until Serena brandished a blade and made quick work of his jugular as blood sputtered and scattered onto your boots and her arm.

Motioning her to move out, you both jogged quickly, leaving the now twitching body of the soldier on the ground in the concrete light.

"This is Bravo 0-2, Hassan is located on the docks awaiting pick up. I repeat, revendous quickly to the Docks!"

And with that, you broke out into a quick sprint, the dirt and concrete stone roads before your two whipped around the corner and into the docking area, guns drawn as you slammed into the docking buildings door. Shattering it beneath your weight as your guns ready to fire as you creeped through the building until one small creek made your body whip around, just enough to the point a bullet zipped past your head,causing you to stumble back and twist behind a pile of crates, Serena taking spot In a neighboring sack of something. The air stunk of gun powder and fish...and then with your back to the crates, your gaze caught sight of something...the Missile.

You then gritted your teeth before whipping up around the crates before releasing rapid fire, your teeth bared as a shout erupted from the air. And then a thud... you continued watching the men fall... gaurds.

You then turned to face Serena only to find her writhing on the ground, gripping at her chest. Your face dropped into shock as your heart pounded into your chest. You felt the color drain from your face until you threw yourself next to her,cradling her upper body onto your lap as your shouted into the comms..

"THIS IS BRAVO 0-2, WE HAVE A SOLDIER DOWN AND WE HAVE LOCATED THE MISSILE. I REPEAT WE HAVE LOCATED THE MISSILE AND HAVE A SOLDIER DOWN.."

Fuck...

You then took out your first aid kit and took out gauge and tried pressing it to stop the bleeding until sputtered breaths broke into her used to be staggering breaths..blood leaked through her nostrils and mouth as she struggled to speak.

"Nonono...No! Fuck, Serena save your strength.."

And then, with a strong grip, she spoke. Her gaze blazing with acceptance and a look of determination...

"Sh-shoot..mmnnn.."

With a groan of pain, you went to say something as she spoke..

"Shoot the fucker down...."

And with that she limply gripped her dogtags off and ripped them with what was left of the strength in her strong but shaking limbs..and shoved them into your chest,and then your held her shaking hand..

"You're gonna be okay Serena.. You're gonna be ok -"

You heard one last shallow breath escape her shell of what she used to be and then nothing...

"Serena?..."

Your face then broke Into its used to be harsh look...

"Serena!"

No....

Looking up at the ceiling, a harsh bite hit your bottom lip as you blinked back tears as you shakily spoke into comms. As the footsteps broke into your line of sound...and then stopped...

"This is Bravo 0-2.. Serena is down. Requesting back up from left side group to retrieve the body and then locate the boat in which Hassan is in.."

Capture or kill.

Then Jake's voice broke out into the Docking house..

"We're here, Max, get the Blood prepared for trasfu-"

before he stopped... and saw the sigh of a now limp and dead Serena in your arms with your hands still gripping the bloodied gauze to her chest with a shaking grip...

"Scheisse.."

Looking at them from the corner of your eye,you then spoke bitterly. Nonchalantly... like nothing had happened.

"Jake, Maxwell, Take the boat out to Lucile and then transport to the chopper point."

"But-"

"Jake."

With a harsh tone, Max nudged Jake before he nodded to you and approached the body. Of what she used to be. And then took her head off of your lap and gently placed it onto the floor..your pants and arms soaked with blood. Her blood.

Fuck.

"Me and König will find Hassan and take him out and then cripple the Missile. Now go.."

With a knod, Maxwell hoisted the limo body of your guys comrade, and with Jake, they left. Her dogtags are still tight in your hands before you swiftly yanked them onto your head before tugging it under your gear. And then approached the Missile. König standing gaurd outside of the Docking Building as you made swift work of cutting wires that needed to be cut in the Missile. Before jamming a blade into its wiring panel. Making it unfixable. Pulling your blade out and then shoving it back into your sheath you then spoke..

"Let's go..."

Shoving past the mountain of a man, you then heard him mumble something directed to you, ignoring it. You then looked at the three ships on the docks...

Two seemed to be abandoned small Russian military boats and the other a normal fishing boat.

"I got the the two on the left, take the one of the right."

With a glare to the side of your eye, you watched him solemnly nod to you..huh...

Barging into the first deck of one of the military boats and turning your flashlight on, before whipping around the corner around the front part of the deck and made your way to the front part of the ship, toward the bow. And then rounded to the steering amd control area of the boat..nothing.

Heading out of the boat, you spoke hushed into the comms between you and König, "Clear. Checking second now"

"Roger."

Spiffy. Asshole. Scoffing, you then headed toward the fishing boat and hopped into the back deck before searching the captains area. And then rounded it and found it to be clear.. before you creeped onto the front deck on the right and approached the edge of the boat... and checked the water for anything...

And felt a rush of footsteps only to round your footing to release two quick shots from your gun only for the figure to just blindly leap at you and slam into you,your gun was flung out of your hand,and slammed onto the deck with a bang as you felt the edge of the boat soon become nothing but air as the cold harsh thwack of the thin ice break with your weught and water below strike you and envelop you into darkness as you made out a figure...and then the familiar face...Hassan.

Bleeding from two wounds in his side, you both blindly tangled away and toward each other as your staggered back with quick thrush of your legs only for him to rush a quick burst of a swim and slam you into the rough edged of one of the concrete pillars holding up the dock..and then a glint met your eyes as you ducked, the quick sharp split of the knife zipped through the air before your pistol hidden in your boot found its way into your hands a up It went up against the thrashing Hassan..and then a bang...

Blood enveloped your vision as he then stopped moving. Then you watched as the whites of his eyes roll to the back of his eyes before you kicked his sinking figure away from you as you discarded your now ruined pistol, feeling the cold shock through you as your lungs screamed. .. clawing to the surface, you then broke the top of the thin iced water coughing and clawing limply at the ice toward the dock to try and climb it or even grab its edge to pull you up... only to feel yourself slip on the ice, and it breaks under your thrashing weight and paddling swimming strides..

And the cold shocked through your body, causing you to shiver until a large hand grappled your right arm and pulled you out of the water with a hoisted Grunt until your "hero" unceremoniously tossed you on the deck as you shuttered and caught your breath..

König. And in silence, he crouched next to you, gasping figure as the cold enveloped your every sense and figure.

"What happened?"

"Fucker rushed me on my blind side... and down we went. Now, if you don't mind my prince in shining armor, I'd like to not freeze to death."

With a scoffed chuckle, he threw your gun at you before he yanked you to your feet just as your gun was in your grip. And without warning, he began to stride into a sprint. Even with the thick, shrouded clothing you wore. It was soaked. And heavy. And slowly feeling like an icy tomb on your end.

And with a shaking breath you shouted as you ran.

"THIS IS BRAVO 0-2 I AM ICED AND FREEZING MY FUCKING BALLS OFF WITH KÖNIG, MISSILE HAS BEEN DISARMWD BEYOND REPAIR AND HASSAN IS DOWN. AWAITING PICK UP AT DOCKS EDGE"

Then, a familiar voice broke out. Prices.

Good fucking God.

"Roger than Captain Y/N, Choppers already on its way"

Scoffing, as you both stopped and waited for pickup.. which seemed only a mere moment as the chopper broke out into sight...and With a quick movement it lowered and you and König hauled ass to the chopper, leaping into the chopper , you dare not look at the sheet that covered Serenas body as Price shot you a sorry look. And then he watched you shiver as the cold air, basically going to catch hypothermia if he delayed giving the pilot the ok to fly out...

And off you went, and out you spaced as you realized that she was gone...for good...and as if he sensed it, König found his way next your figure and sat down next to your shivering figure and patted your back teasingly.

"Yeah yeah piss off König."

"Ah, but then you'd miss the mere presence of me."

"Fuck you."

"Vielleicht nehme ich das Angebot an."

"Yeah whatever you said."

And in silence, you both sat as the chopper made its way to base...

Once the chopper landed, you practically had defrosted after changing areas and thermal seasons. Now you were a dry damp. And here you were, watching as people who took care of the soldiers dying on the field or while still in service take her away...

They took your statement of what happened while in action before questioning her dogs tags before explaining to them what happened. And then they left.

Leaving you damp,wet, and numb.

You hated this. Gaining a member, and then losing someone to something. You now went from a pack of 5. To 4. And Laswell won't recruit anyone else to your team. Saying it's not needed.

You felt a hand on your shoulder before you shoved it off and turned around. König.

"I'm fine"

Hissing the words, you rushed away, no stalked away from everyone else, and threw your guns into your room and discarded your gear on the floor before rushing into a shower in the personal showers in the barracks before getting into a pair of sweat and a clean pair of boxers and socks...and laid in bed. .staring at the ceiling...numb.

Fuck.

'Red is the Color of Our Lives (And Red is the Color of Our Blood)' pt2

Utterly disappointed in Tumblr. Deleted not just one, not just two, but 36 drafts. Meaning, just like this part, I will have to rewrite every singly idea and part that was in those drafts. Anyhow- BIG PLANS, I WILL BE POSTING THE LAST PART/S OF THIS FIC TOMORROW TO END THE YEAR ON A GOOD NOTE MWHAHAHAHAHHA 👹 enjoy

The last thing you saw before you had practically been thrown out of the helicopter was the whites of a familiar green pair of eyes wide with fear and utter horrored shock as his hands just grazed your own. Within the mere moments of snapping back into reality, you were absolutely gobsmacked on how close you guys were to the ground and more so how fast a metal side roof had broken your fall. Slamming onto your left with a loud ramming sound, you cried out loud as the slickened roof as the rain had caused you to utterly have no grip no matter how hard you tried to grasp the roof...and then you felt yourself fall onto you back into the mud with a squealching wet noise and a groan. Your head hurt, utterly rang against your head..and you could just feel something warm trickle down. Rolling onto your right side, you let out a grunt as your vision swam, dizzy for a few mere moments.. and then, the ringing had faded as well as the vision swimming now gone.. you had looked around for your gun only to see it a few feet away, it clearly being thrown from your grip as the helicopter had spun after a direct hit, causing you, who was closest to one of the helicopters open side of its belly, to utterly get thrown out without a second thought to process what to grab for before it was to late. And now here you were, scrambling into the mud as you grabbed your gun and let out a small hiss as your ribs pulsed like a heartbeat... the rain is too thick. Like smog utterly covering the senses you had, all you saw was the night and rain pelting down.. all you smelt was the water and sickening smell of flame... fire... Turning all you could feel was the rain feeling like razors on your goosebumped skin... and the blood running down your head.. and all you could smell was the utter flames of the chopper that you were just in..that had just crashed... This was just supposed to be a quick in and out mission. A blow and go.. but now, you weren't even sure the explosives that had been brought and where on the chopper even made it..or if anyone even made it out. You felt dazed before you heard sounds.. no..foot steps..fast and heavy and an wave unrecognizable voices yelling...shit.. Practically groaning as you ran for cover behind an alleyway of the Ghost town that the cartel had decided to set up as a home base for the time being... inhaling sharply, you inhaled and exhaled shakily. The grip on your gum was so harsh that you were sure that your knuckles cracked from the pressure of the grip. And before you knew it... the adrenaline rush of the moment had sent you into an utter frenzy of going into autopilot. And the next thing you knew was that you were now watching from above in a flat roofed building. Searching for any signs of anyone getting out...

Soap...Alejndaro..Price..Ghost...König. You felt like throwing up,utterly to just hurl your guts up and just lay there and crumble as your head swooned and felt like it had its own heartbeat.. and you heard no shouts from the helicopter explosion/crash below. Nothing. Utterly nothing. Other than the forgein language, you were too busy fumbling with your comms to notice. Desperately, you called out into the void of the main comm link. "This is Bravo 0-9. Sitting high and dry, couple yards up from Helo crash and Target. How Copy?." Silence..utter gut-wrenching silence..as you swallowed thickly and spoke again into the comm link. Your voice wavering slightly. Hesitant. Hesitant on the fact to face that they may not have made it out alive. "I repeat, this is Bravo 0-9, sitting High and Dry, couple yards up from Helo-crash and Tagret, How Copy." Nothing. And then you reached around... and felt a dangling wire..the comm had snapped either when you fell or where scrambling in the mud...fuck.. hissing a breath through your lungs, you went to stand before an utter sound filled your ears, and the sight of grayed and roaring smoke filled your senses, and the flames of the now exploded target building that now USED to hold everything of their main fire power or incomes. Whether it be from the hard street drugs or the utter street illegal military class weapons they held. It was all flames now. And now, all of their fire power gone. All of their income. Gone. And practically of their men. Gone. All up in flames. Fitting. Ironic. And then, with a heaved face, you crawled through the smoke and landed on a side roof and slid down, your gun now strapped to your back as you focused on the fire power on the streets ahead that utterly broke out. And with the returning fire, it made you realize that perhaps all or maybe some of your guys survived.. perhaps HE survived. Just as you went to grab your gun from your back, you heard a noise behind you only for you to turn and be bumrushed into the ground by a large heaping figure..your gun digging into your back and your head bouncing off the concert jungles muddy ground..and your senses rang and slowed as your tried to swing hack and get this guy off of you but the mere weight of this guy pressed on your side made your ribs hurt to the point no breathe would even enter your lungs and there you where, gasping for air in-between gun fire and then a knife in your hand...and suddenly without even thinking you slammed it into his side repeatedly like a crazed animal before he fell over gasping and convulsing. And blood not only was on your face..it was on your hand..Letting in a loud gasp, you rolled onto your stomach and practically dragged your now,weakening Vinson and body out of the gun fire.. only for a large figure to come into your vision. Oh, please, not again... and then, with one last fighting, will you tried to push the guy off as blood filled your vision, but your hands gave way to his uninjured strength... and then invetween in and out vision blackouts. You caught a glimpse of those Green eyes staring down at you..and before you knew it, within a few in and out knoddings off from the evident blood loss from your head wound or just the mere bodily exhaus you where being carried by Him. König. As a few glances could catch Soaps figure utterly hauling ass ahead to the best of his limping capabilities, letting him. And then. A helicopter came into view. And the next thing you knew was the cold hard ground of the helicopters' stomach and a pair of arms pulling you onto it.. before the last sight you saw was those utterly damned green eyes...and the blood soaking your hand.. before all you saw was red...utterly suffocating red.. before black snapped you into nothingness

'Blood is the Color of Our Lives(And the Color of Our Blood)' pt3.

AHHHH FINAL PART OF THIS FIC, as said before twice, this was not going to be a long series fic like 'Adrenaline High'. This one was just supposed to be a quick one-shot type nice little spice of life fic. Enjoy the last Fic before the end of the year, everyone.

Enjoy and have a happy new year :)

Warnings: nothing but pure fluff :)

To say the least of König utterly wavering on the chair next to your bedside was an understandable understatement. He was utterly worried, partially sorrowful, and at the least part. Having only known you for giving or taking two days. He felt as though he'd known you forever. And now, here he sat, like a worried bird fluttering over you, hovering over the doctors. And now he pleaded for your still figure to awaken. Just for him to catch a glimpse of your E/c Orbs, to see the light utterly flick off of them like a sunset. Three days have passed. Three days of the head trauma you've suffered from the fall had caught you in a mid drift of coma and not a coma. And now here he was, standing up, his legs feeling wobbly, numb,and utterly weak from the denial of his own care and needs to watch over you with worry. And now here he was, quite literally staggering to the door to question another nurse to come in and check on you out of his own worrying and overbearing nature. And just as he went to reach for sullen doorknob..he heard a voice.. mumbling and quite silent... Your voice.. "König?" ... And then,he turned to see your figure sitting upright and still quivering from the mere strength it even took of energy to life yourself up, let alone you holding yourself up at the moment.

And you watched as he soon abandoned the doorway and seemed to cover the room's floor in just one singular stride. And now here he was, standing over your sitting up figure, and without warning, you just pulled him down and almost sent him toppling into you as now you held him into a tight hug. He stiffened beforehand, relaxing and catching his Bearings. And held you quietly back. As of right now, you were at peace of just holding him, and he seemed jist as well, but his legs said other wise as he shifted his weight from foot to foot. And you noticed. "Take your boots off, come on König." He jumped at your words that rumbled against his waist area as you spoke. And with a swift nod, he kicked off his boots and stared at you with an awkward look before he watched you attempt to try and lay down only to wince. Which caused him to act almost immediately. Like the flash and in a flick of a motion he had hoisted you up like a rag doll and slid beneath your now startled figure and gently placed you on his figure. The clothes he wore weren't his military gear, more just cargo sweats and a white t-shirt. Basically, what he was able to grab first before racing here to see you after he found out they had got you stabilized. And he was comfortable, and so where the arms he gently wrapped around your figure, which was wearing the usual loose fitting white t-shirt and navy sweats the Med bay had on hand to change soldiers just like yourself who came in needing serious attention and care. And soon, with his head resting gently on the side of yours,his lower face and chin resting on your shoulder,you felt his breathing slow and listened as he dozed off into much needed rest. Within a few more moments of listening to his slowed heartbeat and his breathing, you,yourself, were lulled to sleep...utter bliss of a full sleep.

You both may be hand soaked with Red, and your lives drowning in it, But you both bleed Red.

Blissful Red.

Adrenaline High pt5.

I hope everyone is doing OK and having a good day! Sorry about the long time stretch between this update and the last one. I've been busy with school,sports and work but now my schedule is clearing up abit so expect some more frequent updates, possibly daily ones. :)

Warnings: foul language,mentions of anxiety,and angst(duh)

The journey back to the base practically sucked any possible conjunctions of energy left out of your body due to the adrenaline wearing off. Leaving you with an aching body and heavy feeling eyes. Grumbling as you shuffled behind Soap and Alejandro as they spoke you could feel Ghosts rumbling steps behind you and Gaz,as well as Rudy. Who seemed to be jumpy at Ghosts mere presence. Anyone would really,but that's the thing. You weren't,and you where sure as hell weren't going to be any time soon. All you saw in Ghost was that he was just like the boogeyman. Something that hid in the dark and shadows. And you weren't scared of the dark.

After the processing of Talking to Price and him reporting to Laswell you felt yourself practically drag your now dazed mind to your room and you blindly grabbing sweats and black tank top as well a change of boxers. Kicking off your boots with a groan as you stepped away from the pile of blankets and a mattress ontop of a cot that you called a bed before utterly turning the corner harshly and slamming into someone's chest.. looking up as you scampered as few steps back you where only swiftly looking up to meet a pair of hard blue eyes baring down on your own gaze.

"Your bleeding"

Scoffing you then gave a mumbled apology and went to shove past the hulking figure.

"Your Bleeding."

A bit harsher this time.

"I'll be fine."

And again you went to push past..and again you where denied.

"Ghost I promise you I will be fine now let me fucking past"

He seemed to try and puff himself up more,to appear..intimidating?

Shooting a glare at him as choked out sound of aggravation found its way into your voice as you again when to shove past him,this time budging him a bit..but only to be shoved back harder by him.

"Go to medbay Hound. Now."

"Unlike your mere beliefs of my name leading me to be a fucking lap dog, I am not Ghost. Now let me fucking past or so help me-"

"Or what soldier?"

Letting out a hiss through your teeth you felt your nerves reach their last end with this man as you harshly shoved past him,letting out a hard voice as you spoke.

"Don't fucking try to care when you dont."

And as the bathroom door went to swing shut you swore you heard a whisper from him.. pleading almost,'I do'

Standing there as the hot water steamed and stung your skin was not helping with the strangled feeling you felt as you practically clawed at you skin at the dried blood on your body,groaning at the feeling of the now apparent cut over your eye burning as it was washed out by the water and soap trinkling out if your scalp.

And you found that some of the blood from the gun fight from earlier wasn't coming off...

Causing you to panic and scrub even harder..and harder... and harder.

Before soon you felt like you couldn't breathe as the mere thought of the blood forever staining your hands scared you..

You couldn't breathe..

You let out a strangled noise as you leaned against the wall,the cold wall greeting your back almost greedily as you slammed your eyes shut and forced air into your lungs..

In...

Out..

In...out..

In......

Out.

And with that you immediately turned to water off and got yourself dressed and dried off in silence. No thoughts to yourself..your eye had stopped bleeding..and you weren't taking a trip to med bay at this time of the night. You couldn't shake the feeling,that manic drowning feeling..and so,you took yourself and your wallowing thought to your room and with that you flopped weakily onto your bed and entangled yourself with the blankets..and as you drifted off into drained sleep...you swore you could make out a Ghost mask at your door...