'To Whom The Bells Toll'

'To Whom The Bells Toll'

König x reader

Warnings: foul language

So, this will be as lengthy or possibly longer than adrenaline high, and so the possibility of an every two day posting or day to day base will most likely not be possible. So there will be either one to two parts posted weekly at scheduled times on the respecting days:Monday and Thursdays.

These chapters will also be much longer,give or take the range of 1,500-3,000 words or longer for each chapter.

Parts of the fan fic are not a part of the campaign as I do not like to stick to the game, so be warned if things are a little out of whack. As well as locations will also be made up.

Enjoy:)

Just as your back had struck the cold metal of the choppers belly,you felt relief from the harsh heat that broke down onto you and your team. Respectfully, Laswell had assigned you to the task force 'Dark' given your team, and you have had your fair share of doing things behind the scenes and doing thing sometimes even the government isn't even aware of until Laswell herself gets word from your team and report it back to base and then the government. And now you all were on your way to a touch and go base somewhere out in the Pacific coast line of Australia... to help or well give extra set of hands to the task force 141, and you'd be damned if Captain Fucking Price though he'd be commanding your squadron. Your team. Your family. As far as his bucket ass is concerned, your title as Captain holds you as commander on your team.

And his on his.

Turns out some sort of uprisen activity of a wanted fugitive, Hassan. Had missiles. American missles, and now here you were being sent out to help these boys out due to the uncanny fact that they got screwed over by the US governments task force : the Shadows.

Your pack lay hard against your back as you pondered what the hell made you stay. After taking a bullet to the face and surviving with basically the left side of your mouth exposed to one of your first missions to date for a commanding officer, you were "saved," but had been given the offer to stay or be departed from your team... you stayed. Scared and knurled, you climbed your way bitterly to the top, and now found yourself captain of your beloved team.

Your fingers subconsciously traced the mutilated side of your face. The scar ran down to the bottom of your chin to culr its way up to your lip or where they'd be on the left side. All that was left was a pinkish thin line of scar, and what was left of them on that side. The scar left no skin to protect your upper gum and teeth area. Leaving your teeth and canines exposed on that side. You were once ashamed of it. Before realizing that It showed you truly were a survivor.

And as the people at base call you and your team, "Laswells Hell Hounds".

Fitting to the monstrosity of things you've all seen, been through and have been left scarred with. Either mentally or physically.

Glancing over your members. Your eyes ghosted them as they conversed, gladly leaving you to be alone for the time being until you were to speak. They knew how you got on choppers. On alert. Hostile even. You never liked choppers. Always gave you the feeling of being open to being popped right out of the sky.

Almost 3/4th of your squadrons members had visible scars or mutilation from missions.

Others had them worse behind clothing and the protection of cloth.

Only 5 of you.

And you 5 where utter machines.

And you could it feel it. The urge itself to move even while sitting on the chopper. The way you shifted in your seats, your eyes scanning over everything, the constant checking of your guns.

You all were bred for it. Best of the best. Weened right off of the teat of the training programs and chucked right into others to morph you all into the beings you are now.

Like rapid dogs, you all tore up the battlefields. Secreted dread from any other teams you where placed on.

And as the wind weeded unto your now sweat dried face, you only would imagine what awaited you five when you stepped off this chopper.

Imagine, funny how you couldn't lay a finger on what would happen, yet here you all were. Standing in a dust filled room with the sun slowly creeping in like a shadow would, dancing with the dust with its rays that danced off parts of skin and wretched its way harshly onto the outlines of the guns still held in your hands like defensive dogs.

And give or take you held a scowled look, almost a snarl on your face. Couldn't help it with how you face looked now.

Scoffing at the words of your own sourness as your eyes danced along the members of the others team.

You've worked with some of these men before.

Soap Mctavish. Simon Riley. And Price.

But a new face caught your eye.

One who was hidden behind a snipers mask but was evidently too tall to even be a sniper in the first place.

Intestresting.

And you felt his eyes lock onto yours. Crocodilan. Sharp.

You felt the hair on the back of your neck. You felt your face scrunch up slightly, your teeth baring harsh together as you forced a quick smile. And you could feel his eyes narrow at you, his back straightening and his shoulders squaring.

You could just feel that you two would be butting heads.

Feeling yourself space out at him like a rapid dog, you snapped back into motion with a blink before cocking your head audibly toward Laswells voice, the tall ones figure kept in the corner of your eye. All of their team was kept in the corner of your eye as she talked.

"The main goal is to get Missiles back out of the hands of Hassan. So far, we have gotten one missile out of this bastards hands. But there are two missing. Mind you, these are American, leading in for us to believe that Hassan had some ties with the Shadows and Sheperd. Which also has come to the lead of Hassan having ties in Russia. We may have a lead on the Missile."

"Where?"

Her gaze snapped to your voice as it rung out, your brow quirked up, waiting for her to answer.

And she seemed pleased to see her "hounds" ready.

"Russian Town on the border of Ukraine,океан or ocean. He is believed to be there as well. He is the second primary target of this mission. Capture or kill. Do what you may, but we need to get that missile out of his hands. You all will take one jet out. And then will weave through the rear end of the border between the town and the ocean cutting at the base of them both. And through the border, you will split. 141, your duty it to ensure a clear path way for the recovering chopper, Gaz will take an overlook and snipe. After that, Y/n will take their team and swipe the ground clean and recover the Missile and hopefully kill or capture the mad man behind this all. You have until tomorrow evening 6 sharp to rest and prepare. Dismissed"

And with that your Team had already weaseled past the rest, leaving you to shoo them off as you stayed back with the expected look from Laswell to stay and wait for the other to leave. And the rest did. Besides the hulking crocidle next to you.. of a man they called König.

And she spoke.

"König will be with your team. He is big and large and will divert eyes enough to pry attention from your guns to take the eyes eye ."

"Ma'am, I will allow him to work with My team. But he will stay clear of my way."

"As I expect him. And I expect you to ensure he stays clear out the jaws of your team. Dismissed."

And with that, you turned and left. Your eyes narrowed at König as you walked past him. And he followed After, before shoving past you like a child.

"Ah, excuse me bitte."

And with that and a heavy Austrian accent, he was gone as you both spoke in unsion.

And as you walked out after him you faintly heard a voice..Laswell.

"Don't blow it Y/n..one shot."

Fuck...

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

'To Whom The Bells Toll' pt.3

👹 oooggggaaa boogggaaa

Warnings: Foul language, and pure angst/ mutual pinning(cause im just slick like that)

Enjoy 😌🫡

Staring at the mirror, you felt like hurling your lungs out, 3 in the morning, and here you sat. Or well stood. Utterly aching for breath and not finding it, tears burning your eyes.

The call came to you just moments ago, awaking you from your futile tossing and turnings to try and rest in order to face a day of paperwork for today's morning and afternoon training.

They wouldn't allow you to go.The family got the news last night, after you filed proper paperwork in the middle of the night,and the government received it from Laswell... and then the family was almost immediately notified. But Laswell denied your request to go to her service. Claiming, "that there is bigger things at hand that need you to be here and present y/n. I can not allow you to leave, I'm sorry."

You remembered just grinding your teeth to the point that they still ached, or perhaps that's from your bruised tongue that now was sour and sore with aches from how hard you had bitten down on it whilst she had told you.

Sorry.

She was fucking sorry.

Scoffing you then glared at your disheveled self. Eye bags...hair a mess. And your eyes utterly bloodshot, either from crying in your sleep or the lack of sleep in your system now. Either way, you're livid and exhausted

Almost shoving the sink away from your body, you resumed into motion, away from that small snippet of time that held you, and now here you were. Trudging to your bed, aching, hoping. For any kind of relief that a small amount of sleep would give to you, even for a mere moment. Just a small relief from that reality you had to face in the longer hours of the mornings bitter attitude and feeling in your bones.

Your socked feet padded on the floor quietly, and once your bed came into view as you exited the private bathroom of your barrack, you slammed into its thin cushioning and felt yourself utterly groan into your pillow before a couple movements and later. And here you were. Passed out cold. Saving the last of your strength from yesterday for today.

And out you went, drifting yourself to a somewhat comfortable rest that caused your bones to stop aching the mourning grief that you now felt.

Awakening to your quiet hum of an alarm, you found yourself on autopilot, dragging yourself out of your warm cocoon and into the bathroo where you brushed your teeth and washes your face until you put on deodorant. And only then did you walk out and quiet literally yanked your clothes on, simple black sweats and a tight light clothed under Armour green tee-shirt, before stomping out of your barracks to retrieve the piles of paperwork from Prices office. Yours and Serenas dogtags clinking as you marched.

Your boots scuffed on the cold pavement of the tiles floor as congregating soldiers and privates slid past you in the halls, you were intimidating. Stared at. Gaucked at. Because of the way your face looked, knurled and angry. A scar that proved one thing, you where alive.

And Serena was not.

Groaning at the though, you shoved it down the throat of your brain and back into the pit of your stomach, and felt it sink in the dephs of your chest, making it difficult to breath let alone stand at the moment. And yet you swallowed it and held it and marched your way to Prices office.

Once arriving at the end of the hall, you stood at the dark wooded door. And knocked, your knuckles rapping against the wood three times in a rhythm. And then a low voice awnsered.

"Come in."

Price.

Letting out the breath you've been holding, you twisted the knob, almost retracting at how cold it was. Before entering, and there you stood, eyes locked with fucking König as he sat in one of the two chairs before Prices desk. Pursing your lips and narrowing your eyes at him, you then directed your attention to Price, your voice low and guttural. Like a snarling animal.

"Came for Laswells paperwork that she sent for me."

And you read Prices expression, stuttered, but coarse. An acknowledging look. He knew what it was like to lose men, soldiers. Brothers and sisters. He gave a slight tilt of his head that seemed to ask, 'Are you ok?' And you gave him a slight knod. And with one tilt of the head of König, who sat man spread with arms crossed, revealed that he noticed. Narrowing your gaze, you felt your hackles raise,more so the hair on the back of your neck stood right up. And so did your eyes. You could just feel them dilating as you snapped your gaze to him from the corner of your eye to Prices hand, which now held plenty of thick files that needed to be done. That Laswell needed done. Giving a short "Thanks, Price." You left and practically slammed the door behind yourself and slid through the halls like a snake, avoiding conversation, avoiding confrontation. just avoiding. Anyone and anything. And made your way to the kitchen. And with a sweet bliss of one thing going right in your life, your Case of 20oz coconut redbulls laid untouched. With a quick swipe, you held two in one hand, and your paperwork was in the other and solely slicked to the quietness of your "office" that they placed you in for the time being while being out here. Holding all the materials you'd need and file cabinets holding all the information you needed to have. A small corner office,tucked away from everyone and everything with a simple desk with three drawers on each side and a slim long one above the space your legs go, a bulletin board with maps and photos of a trace board you created whilst trying to connect certain things to certain people that you needed to find out. A filling cabinet behind your left side of the swivel chair that was in the room, an simple office chair, and then a lamp in the corner of the room and one on the desk And a simple cacti you placed on the desk to keep you company, placing your files down and then your redbulls you situated your seating in your chair and dove into a quick swig of a energy drink and then into the paperwork you went.

Rubbing your eyes, you then hummed in content, seeing that you now were done. But utterly miserable. Glancing at the clock you gazed at it, your visions blurred before a quick blinking moment stroked it away. 2:45pm.

Not bad. Gave you give or take two hours to have an hour and a half workout or two hours to yourself. With a quick stretch out of your seat, you slammed the rest of the remaining last redbull and tucked your chair in before organizing the folders and made your way to drop them at Prices office. Once doing that, quick and bitter exchange you made your way to the gym area, aching for a good workout to get your mind off of what happened the day before. Anything to get the feeling of her blood and breath off of your mind.

It seemed like eternity,your body aching with sweat and burning from the workout you had encased yourself into. And now here you were, pushing out the still remaining aggressiveness you had over yourself that seemed to never end.

And mid push up, you heard footsteps, and with a quick glance..König. Ignoring the presence of the mountain that had just entered the room, you then felt yourself feeling no use... three hours and no sign of your anger burning out. Nothing. Grunting, you then went to push yourself up only to hear quick steps your way, and before your reflexes could kick in due to the fogged up aggressiveness that haltered it. A knee firmly slammed you down and knocked the choked air out of you.

Laying your palms flat and gritting your teeth, you let out a hiss. You expected it to be someone tolerable. Someone close, Soap or even Simon.

"Get up ."

König. Glaring at him over your shoulder, you felt your nostrils flare as you spoke, guttural. Growling.

"Get. The. Fuck. Off. Of. Me."

"frech, get me off- "

Cutting himself off, he glowered down toward your ear, and before you could snap back at him, he wrapped his thick forearm around your throat, cutting your air off in a threatening, uncomfortable manner. Reminding you of the ice cold water enveloping you from the night before. Choking you.

"König I'll fuc-"

"Get me off, or else perhaps something like last will occur at the next mission, hm? A dead teamate and then an attack on your own personal? Fix it."

He seemed just as pissed as you. Maybe even more.

Sour nerve. You felt your eye lid twitch before a rumble of a yell erupted from you as you shifted your left knee up and used your palms to push up, thwaking your head back like a rearing mad horse, and struck him right on the head, and off your pushed him before you twisted and practically leapt on the man before colliding a harsh swipe at his chest with the base of your knuckle and gripped his shirt, your legs straddled his mid waist area as your used both your hands to hold his white shirt by the collar and gripped him up, your body to blinded by rage as you barreled down at his gaze, some red tint gleaming through his snipers mask.

"Do not think for one fucking moment that I don't utterly drown in last night's events. Her blood. Her breath. DO YOU FUCKING THINK THAT IT DOESNT FUCKING HAUNT ME?! EVEN FOR A MOMENT? ONE DAY ITS BEEN, AND YOUR ALREADY HOLDING IT OVER MY HEAD."

Your voice cracked with pain, hurt. You felt a burning sensation creep its way to your eyes.

"Do you not think for a moment that I want to go back in time to prevent it? Fuck you König."

Your eyes narrowed as your chest heaved, and you stared at his shocked expression before his gaze narrowed, and before you knew it he left hand had socked you and sent you sprawling as he threw you off of him with his hips and like a bear he was upon you,dragging you toward him by you upper knee area and under him he held you, only invoke you lunging at his loose held figure and sent him and you sprawling backwards, and with the momentum you thrashed forward with, and with him one reflex using his legs to push up, you both did a flip,and your back hit the ground with a thwack as he stared you as he held your shoulders down and his one leg pressed down on your knee. Holding you there. Hissing the words out to you like a panicked mother would to a child.

"Do not think for one moment Y/n that I don't see it. How you are today. I noticed it in Prices office."

And he lowered himself to your level, his gaze holding yours. Mere inches away from your noses touching. His bloodied spot spreading even more on his mask.

"So do not think that I want you to forget it. But now it is time for you to try and get better, to bot let it happen again. That is why I'm here now, that's why I'm here forcing you to feel it. To relive it."

And with a defeated huff, you glowered at him and thrusted your legs up forward and knocked his knee that held your legs down to the side with a swift sift of your weight before shoving him to the left before rolling ontop of him and straddled his hips before gripping his shoulders back at him.

"Do not think I will let that happen again."

"Gut."

And then you realized the position you were in, panting heavily against him. His one large, thick hand holding just above your knee area and the other flat palmed on the ground to brace his upper body. His gaze. And then you felt something below you.... You snapped off him like he had burned you before you spoke harshly, almost nervously at the mere moment.

"Your bleeding, go to med bay König."

"Hm. Fine liebling."

He spoke the last word that you didn't know with a tainting tone. And as you marched out of the gym door, he scoffed and got up,his pants suddenly feeling tight and his body too warm.

And then a mutter.

"Scheiße."

This is my first official fic writing that I've released,and yes this is probably going to be a continuous one and if you have any requests please do send me or leave em somewhere. :) again enjoy it and do let me know if there is anything you'd like to see me write

Warning:contains: foul language

'Adrenaline High'

-ghost×male reader

Soap winced partially as the heat beat down on him, he could imagine what ghost felt with that damned mask on at the moment with the way the heat was going. Sweltering the entire team to be in a pretty cranked mood, despite soaps attempts to make it any sort of light hearted as they waited for the new recruit to get off the now landing helicopter...

The way the cold air of helicopters wings blew onto you did only so much to reap the hot air of the environment around you from twinning your mood just a bit. Your gear was simple. It was always simple. You always never knew when you'd need to move or run. So you kept it simple with just cargo military pants with knee guards strapped onto your knees,the regulated combat boots, a tight black long sleeved under shirt and a vest with a bullet proof vest sewn into it. As well as a few sheaths on your body that where either hidden in your boots or somewhere on your body that held knives as well two holsters on your hips that also hooked onto your held two pistols and your sniper was strewn on your back by its strap. You felt the helo shutter as it approached the ground and once it got close enough You unhooked yourself and slid off,your head held low as to not catch it on the blades before you where able to stand up fully. The heat of the sweltering sun beat Down on you as you approached the group ahead, your eyes narrowing in on Price. Captain Price. You then shifted your focus to the rest, your eyes barely grazing them,even the one with a mask.. Ghost. You where cut off of your thoughts before they even began when you watched Price begin to approach, his movements loose and almost welcoming, which most definitely mirrored your more so stiff and alerted body language. "So this is the 'Hound' huh? He looks like a pip squeak" Alejandro spoke almost with a small laugh as he smiles like a dog baring his teeth, watching as you and Price walked side by side. Seemingly talking as he motioned to the group and your gaze following. Then.. soap chimed in, "turns out he's been in the game as long as L.t has..and he's known for his utter brutal nature on the battle field.. Pipsqueak my ass.." muttering the last half out loud to himself as the steps of the two now approaching got louder and louder as their boots crumbled on the gravel below them.

Ghost watched, the heat causing him to shudder a breath as he watched the so called 'Hound' step off the helo and walk alongside Price. Listening in on Alejandro's and Soap's conversation causes him to narrow his eyes as he watched the newbie walk. Studying him. And watched as he approached with the same intent of a hard Stare right back at ghost. That was...until he heard what Price said next..

"Alrighty boys, you know em as 'Hound' and that's what'll go by til' they want anything different. They've been caught up to speed and will acting as another hand in this team. We bunker down for the night and then tomorrow morning we set out for the task at hand that's been on in our hands for a bit now. Taking down the cartel running the streets in the nearby villages that's somehow trickling weapons to places they shouldn't be.. Ghost. You and Hound'll be our main horse power tomorrow."

"Fucking hell.."

"Gotta be Fucking shitting me."

The two then stared at eachother as they spoke in unsion at Prices comment. You shot a look at Ghost which earned a small glare from him as the atmosphere around you two visibly became strained..

This is going to be one hell of a ride.....

'Adrenaline high' pt3.

I hope everyone is having an amazing day so far and if not I hope reading this makes it better for you even for a moment :) enjoy!

Warning: foul language

To say the least with a fucking ghost mask in your face to fleeting moment your eyes open,freaking out is a perfect reaction.

As if on cue you let out a startled noise from the literal pits of hell as you let out a hard left hook which sent the Larger man stumbling back with a groan as you lurched forward..and immediately felt the adrenaline in your body wake you right up alongside the near heart attack experience you just had.

"Jesus fucking christ Simon!" a harsh breathe came from you as the now respectively pissed off Simon Riley stood and stared at you at a safer distance a couple feet back.

"Do you just fucking sneak up on everyone and shove your face against theirs?!" The words hissed out at you as a groan audibly came from you as drumming sound pounded into your skull,and then the aftereffects of lurching upward and using your bad arm to knock a man his size back was coming to light with a oh so nice heavy throb to it.

Wincing you then rubbed your temples before muttering a sorry to him as the sound of something caught your attention in the silence..his voice.

"No,I don't. But that's not why I'm here. Two days you've been out Hound. It's time to get up,Your wanted in Prices office once you've.." you listened to his gruff voice trail off as his blue eyes glanced up and down your now slightly shaking figure that now had a death grip on the thin covers of the hospital bed in med bay..suddenly becoming aware on how shitty you must be looking at the moment. And then snapped out of your self conscious thoughts as he continued,the sound of his throat clearing audibly before he began. "Become seeable. See you there in 20" and with that,almost like a robot he turned and began to walk,and just as he was about to stride out of door he looked over his shoulder at you,watching a you staref back at his now still figure. "Don't be late y/n"...and he left. Leaving you to Bare a hard glare into the back of Ghosts retreating figure before you huffed and grumbled like an angry child would as you shoved the blankets off before swinging your legs to the side of the med bed and stood slowly,your legs crooning at the glee of be used again after...two days?.. your brows furrowed as you began to space out during the journey of making your way to your room and snagging clothes and quite literally stalking into the bathroom and shutting the door behind you a little too hard..

The way you looked in the mirror,under the whitened light that was overhead made you cringe a bit. Your eyes sunken in,sad looking almost from being asleep but not actually resting and your hair...sticking to some of the dried blood from the fight and dirt in frenzied strands it sat,greasy and flat looking. Causing you to feel dirty and shudder as you tore you gaze from the mirror and turned the shower on,testing your still slightly aching shoulder in the water,you found it to not sting as much as you had thought it would. Almost tearing the clothes you had on off as you scrambled to get under the hot water you stumbled before huffing as you kicked off the last pant leg into the pile now sitting near the door as you waddled into the warm water. Your body relaxing and you letting a groan that wouldn't be misplaced in the bed room..which caused you to roll your eyes at yourself as you began to wet your scalp and scrub your skin and body until it hurt..and then you got out after what seemed forever..but in really you knew was only eight minutes. Awkwardly drying your self off you threw on the clothes you had on,military cargo pants that where held a little higher then your hips with a thin elastic belt and a black tantop..and you caught a look at your shoulder,the wound was red..mean and ugly as it was stitched tightly and cleanly shut..not sign of infection..you glanced away from it and went back to the task at hand,hiding your dog tags under the shirt as you dried you hair,scrambled white socks on and then brushed your teeth and deodorant before scuffing to your room and yanking a pair of military boots on.. and on your way you went to Prices office,with a good three minutes to spare as you made your way down the hall way to the office. But the thoughts of what this was about was sending you through a whole loop..and then you stood out side the door before you rapped against the wood With your knuckle once before a voice boomed.

"Come in"

Prices voice. It was heavy and did not sound happy nor angry...just heavy..

And with a harsh swallow you reached for the knob and twisted before stepping into the office.

And the sight of Price sitting at his desk with Ghost standing near him sent a message to you..possibly the wrong one.

Oh good God is this how you lost your job? Because Ghost couldn't fucking watch his back properly? And then that sent a thought of disdain toward him. Mayne he wasn't so great if he did a simple mistake. Maybe-

"Y/n" Prices voice rang out as you stood there,position tightened and your back as straight as it could get as you stared ahead with you hands behind your back.

"Yes sir?"

"You can sit. Your not in trouble. Just a meeting soldier."

And with that your body relaxed a breath you didn't even realize left your body almost urgently. And then you crossed your arms and waiting for what he was going to say,all the while you could feel Ghosts gaze boring holes into you.

"With the uncovering of not just one but multiple Hard drives of information and planning of the cartel we've been able to break some ground . In the following week we will all move out to a town,or well a ghost town neighboring the one you two just where. That is where their storing all of their drugs and weapons.. and so,we will be in charge of quite literally blowing it to the ground..understand?"

"Yes sir!"

In unsion you both spoke and in unsion both your gazes locked..and so did a glare match at both your faces..and then prices voice said something that made your day..

"Now get the hell outta my office". And with that as ghost was making his hulking ass to the door,you shouldered past him roughly as he muttered something after you and off you marched off to wherever your feet where taking you..and soon you found yourself outside with joggers and a thick red hoodie.. The bitter air woke you right up as it filled your lungs sharply,burning them as you felt your gaze snap to soap and gaz who both had obviously noticed your arrival to the track as they approached and soon you three where talking and walking.. and then soap spoke loudly,making himself known quite well even though you and gaz where hearing him perfectly fine without his screeching...

"Say...how about a race? First one to finish 400 meters win a free drink yeah?"

And a smile broke out onto your face as gaz laughed nervously.

"Oh your on McTavish,But..here's the question,who'll stand aside and say ready set g-"

"I will"

Gaz blurted almost immediately. Eagerly,which caused you to bust out laughing as Soaps utter dumbfounded face.

"Ok,well,to the starting line Y/n"

It was nice hearing your name other than hound..reminded you that you where human and not just a dog to laswell..

You followed behind soap as he approached the starting line,and Gaz stood on the grass area of the inner track and glanced around as the two of you took positions. And the world around you seemed to slow and dispate,your shoulder...soaps nagging and taunts as you looked ahead..you took a basic sprinters position.."Runners on Your mark"..your body working like clock work as your relaxed your shoulders as the adrenaline In your soared.."Get set"...your head lowered and your legs raised...and then Gaz's words thundered into air around you..

"GO!"

Springing Into action you flew upwards,your legs pumping hard and fast as you approached the middle of the first turn on the track with soap riding the inner lane..and so..you pushed him harder as you both broke the first 100 meter line. Your legs now lengthening in stride and your arms pumping harder,your stride became larger,more so exaggerated..and then mid way through the second 100 meters you felt yourself stride away from Soaps figure..and soon you found yourself utterly flying through the last turn and down the runway,your legs flying swiftly as your breath hissed in quick short pants and soon you found yourself thundering through the finish life and slowing to stop as your leaned over and began huffing for air as you listened to Gaz laugh at Soap as he soon after many moments..many moments..crossed the finish line. Once you caught your breath you stood up with your hands on your hips to find Alejandro and Ghost standing next to Gaz..approaching the trio as Soap was quite literally gasping for air still on the track.

And then Alejandros voice broke through,a laugh in his tone as he spoke.

"Who knew even with a busted shoulder you'd be flying out of here like Diablo himself was ok your ass" a smile spread across his face as you laughed with him at Soaps pouting face before you found Ghost baring a stare at you,which sent a slight shiver down your warm body.

"So..Alejandro you up for a run?"

"You take me for a fool Hound? You will outrun me worse than Soap!"

And then you all agreed to head inside to the base,and in jostle words and jokes you all walked,even Ghost slipped in some comments but you always found his gaze always on you..and to be frank it was slightly pissing you off In a way..ignoring it you shoved the annoyed feeling you had down your throat bitterly and once you found yourself in the warmth of the main room you found yourself scrambling to the kitchen for a hot drink..tea sounded good..now let's just hope Ghost doesn't throttle you with a tea bag if he find you drinking it. You listened as the group dispersed,Gaz and Soap flopped onto the couch into the "living room" and Alejandro slunked off to somewhere and Ghost?..you didn't have a clue and to be frank you did not care as you shuffled around in the cupboards and hummed as you found a thing of green tea,snaking a tea bag into your hand you then,like a giddy child filled a mug up with water before placing the bag onto the counter and then into the microwave..and before you knew it,you where sipping a cup of now Luke warm tea at the kitchen counter on a stool as you heard snores..? Was it night already? Glancing to your watch you felt your throat go dry..it was 9 at night..and here you where,sipping you 4th cup of fucking tea as you stared at the wall like it was interesting..and then a voice made you jump..

"Are you drinking my fucking tea?"

Oh shit....

Im literally sobbing right now, like I'm literally crying as Tumblr just glitched and just deleted a whole two days' worth (32 hours to be exact) of me writing out drafts and getting the ones for this fict in progress to be posted tomorrow and tonight. Great. Awsome. Everything is just Awesome.