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writersdrug · 2 months

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Simon Riley x DogSitter! Reader

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After Riley's injury on a mission, she can no longer be a part of the task force. Simon reluctantly starts looking for a dog-sitter to watch her while he's away for work, and that's when you show up on his doorstep.

A/n no warnings, just reader being ditsy. Based her personality off of Daphne Moon from "Frasier." Enjoy! (PS next chapter of IDNY and the solo fic for Ghost hurt/comfort are on the way!)

Simon Riley would have laughed if anyone had suggested that he needed a dog-sitter.

Riley, his eighty-pound German Shepherd and only family (outside of the 141, of course), went with him everywhere. Grocery store? There she was, K-9 vest on to avoid getting the stink eye from trouble-stirring strangers. Missions? She was there, working alongside Simon, and when she couldn't join, she was safe and tucked away on the animal unit back on base. At the small, one-story unit he called home? You'd better believe she's sitting on the couch next to him as he watches the telly, trying not to succumb to his daily nap. He never considered having a dog-walker care for her, since there was hardly a second where she wasn't walking right there with him.

But of course, as expected - life threw him a curveball.

The mission had gone well so far; everyone was booking it to exfil, hardly worrying about the few enemies left who could barely manage to fire their guns. Simon and Riley were sprinting to the heli, Simon already imagining how he was going to take a fat nap when he got back to base, when he heard it - amidst the sparce gunshots, Riley's pained yelp.

Simon had never shot someone so fast, but before he knew it, there was a bullet planted between the enemy soldier's eyes. Simon rushed to scoop Riley into his arms as she whined and howled - he loaded her onto the helicopter with Soap's help, hands shaking as he looked for the damage. Her right hind leg was bleeding, and every time he tried to look at it, she snapped her teeth in his direction with a shrill yap.

Simon couldn't hear Price as he promised to get her into surgery ASAP. He didn't register Gaz wrapping gauze around her leg as he carried her off the heli and into the medbay. He couldn't hear Johnny trying to comfort him as they stood in the hall, waiting for her to come out of the operating room so Simon could finally see her again. The only thing he could comprehend was her cries, her blood, and the fact that he was responsible for all this.

It wasn't a lethal injury, he knew that. But he assumed, and the vet later confirmed that she wouldn't be fit to continue working. And that terrified him. He had to continue working - what would happen to her? He wouldn't put her up for adoption, in fact, he'd nearly bit the head off the poor soldier who had suggested the idea. She'd be coming home with him, once she had fully healed, but then what? How would he take care of her when he had to go on missions?

He couldn't. Much to his chagrin, and as much as he hated the thought of her being under anyone else's responsibility, he was forced to hire a pet-sitter. He begrudgingly posted ads online, and even put his request up at the local doggie-daycare, despite having never sent Riley there. It didn't take long after bringing Riley home before people began to answer his ad, and he plucked a good handful of them to interview over the weekend.

So, there he was - sitting in the breakfast nook with Riley at his feet, silently judging each interviewee that had walked into his home. He was quite disappointed in the selection.

Simon had already decided 'no' to nearly every dog sitter that had answered his ad. He sat across from them as they described their skills and achievements, bored out of his mind as they treated the interview like it was a college application. He didn't want an egotistical, decorated twat caring for his dog... if Riley didn't care about this bloke being voted 'dog-walker of the month' by the doggie daycare, why should he?

He knew it came down to much more than that - but he was going by Riley's reaction, too. And so far, she was uninterested in all seven that he had interviewed thay day. She sat by Simon's feet, bum leg out and eyes zoning out on the stranger's shoes as they droned on. No one had actually paid much attention to her, instead focusing on impressing Simon.

He hated to admit it, but a boarding house for dogs might be the best option.

He had just scratched the second to last name off of his list of interviewees, pouring himself a cup of coffee at 4 pm, when a knock rapped at his door. He sighed, looking down at Riley; she was laying on her side, huffing at the fact that the random visits from random people was still going on.

"One more, eh?" Simon said, reaching down to ruffle her ears. She groaned through her nostrils in annoyance as he straightened out and walked towards the door.

He reluctantly opened it to find you standing there.

You, with nothing but your phone and keys, wearing a t shirt, oversized plaid, leggings, and sneakers. No folder full of resumes and reviews, no bone-shaped doggie bag holders... the only other thing you had was an apologetic look on your face.

"Hi." You said warily.

"Evenin'." Simon responded, leaning against the door.

You sighed. "I should let you know- well, aren't I being rude..." You rolled your eyes at yourself and stuck your hand out at him. You stated your name with a sheepish smile.

He stared at your hand for a second, before shaking it with his own. "Simon."

The way your eyes lingered on his hand after he had gripped it so firmly didn't go unnoticed by him - but you quickly regained focus. "Well - before you waste your time on me, I should explain: I didn't read the posting correctly, and I thought this was a house-sitting gig. Only just noticed when I checked the address before I left... figured I'd still stop by since I told you I would."

You were looking at the ground out of embarrassment at this point. Simon's brow furrowed as he observed you. House-sitting isn't horrendously different from pet-sitting... he thought. "Well-"

"But I love dogs!" You quickly interjected. "Had three of them growing up, two bullies and a golden! Loves of my life, they are- never a day I didn't walk them. Well, besides that one week for Becca's wedding- and when my Nan had that nasty virus and I had to check up... on her..."

Simon's raised brow must have made you realize the tangent you had embarked on, because you snapped your mouth shut. You cleared your throat nervously and shifted on your feet.

Simon was the tiniest bit entertained. "And how's your Nan now?" He asked.

"Oh, much better." You said with a smile. "'Course, that was four years ago... she- she's alive, I mean! God, that sounded morbid, didn't it?"

Simon huffed out a laugh, before he stepped to the side and nodded his head towards the inside. "C'mon in - you came out this way, might as well chat. Could maybe use a house-sitter, too."

You muttered a quick 'thanks' and stepped inside, immediately taking note of how pristine and bare the home was. No decorations, only dark grey furniture with darker accents... the closest thing to decor was probably the mauve throw blanket over the back of the sofa.

"You like cleaning?" You speculated, following Simon into the kitchen.

"Not home enough to get it dirty." He replied nonchalantly, seating himself at the breakfast nook. He took a sip from his mug as he shoved a hand in his sweatshirt pocket. "Coffee?"

"Oh, no thanks." You shook your head politely. "Not now, anyways. I'll be up all-"

You cut your reasoning short when you spotted Riley, sitting still by Simon's feet. "Oh, hello!" You chirped, lowering yourself down to your knees and reaching your knuckles towards her, palm-up. "You must be Riley!"

She hesitated, then sniffed your knuckles, huffed, sniffed again, and thumped her tail slowly. She tilted her head back and looked at Simon with a questioning glance.

He chuckled, rubbing between her ears. He watched as you fished a small baggie from your pocket, taking out one of the lumpy, golden balls from the contents. You held it up for Simon to see.

"Peanut butter bacon cookie." You said, and Riley sniffed the air between her and the treat. "No sugars, no preservatives. Picked some up from the daycare on the way here."

Simon nodded once. "You can give-"

Before he could finish, Riley flawlessly snatched the cookie from between your fingers, downing it in a few bites. She licked her lips and stared at you as you laughed.

"Where are your manners?!" You said, poking her side. She followed your finger with her nose, searching for another treat.

You looked back at Simon. "I hope that was alright."

Simon shrugged, though he silently scolded Riley for accepting something from a stranger so quickly. "She'll survive."

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Over the next hour - which was twice as long as he had entertained anyone that day - Simon listened to you ramble about your qualifications. Except, you didn't mention reviews, awards, or self achievements. You talked about your family dogs (the two pitbulls, Rowena and Charlemagne, and the golden retriever, Donald). You described the time you took care of your neighbor's schnauzer and home when she had to make a last minute trip to Berlin for two weeks. You talked about the best trails for dogs based on the texture of the ground and the environment (the younger dogs liked Swan's trail more, due to the thicker, woody area; older ones seemed to like Ellington park, where it was more of a suburban area with smoother paths). You rattled on about how that damn husky in the apartment across from you is always yelling, and how you really should invest in some noise-cancelling headphones.

Simon listened to every word you said. You seemed to know more than just how to walk a dog - it was almost as if you knew their language. You didn't just live with them, you cared about their personalities and preferences. He had a subconscious appreciation for how you regarded them - despite trying to keep up the act thay he was unhappy about needing a dog-sitter, he liked you.

And clearly, so did Riley. She was laying at Simon's feet, completely relaxed, eyes flitting between you and your hand movements as you spoke. You would occasionally look down to her, as if you were letting her know that she was also a part of the conversation, and she would lift her head ever so slightly and stare back - like she was listening.

"- and she decided that the day before my biochemistry exam, she was going to take her frustration out on my notes! Papers everywhere, even my sticky notes were torn up! You'd think she had a personal vendetta against me, wouldn't you?" You looked down at Riley for affirmation, and she looked back at you and slapped her tail against the floor a few times.

Simon chuckled, then sighed. "Well- I think you're more than qualified for this, and I think she likes you." He nudged Riley with his foot, who looked at him and huffed.

Your eyes widened. "Does that mean I got the job?"

He nodded. "Don't know when I'll be deployed next, but it should be soon. I'll send you an email with Riley's routine, and if you want to make some extra cash, I'll include some things you can do around the house."

"Oh, that's wonderful!" You exclaimed. You leaned down to Riley, who reached her head out and sniffed the air between your faces. "Ya hear that girl? You're stuck with me!"

Simon chuckled and stood up, followed by you and Riley. "You can expect to hear from me by Tuesday. I'll give you the spare key the morning I head out."

You followed him out of the kitchen and towards the front door. Riley pushed past you to stay close to Simon's side.

"That's fine. My schedule's flexible, I don't do much besides babysit. Also, let me know her preferences, like where she likes to walk, treats, toys, things like that."

Simon opened the door for you and you stepped outside, turning to face him on the landing. "Also - glad you didn't go with Mitchell. Bloke's a fraud."

Simon's brow raised as he leaned against the door. "S'cuse me?"

"Daniel Mitchell. Saw him on your piece of paper there." You replied, making Simon look down at the crumpled list of interviewees in his hand. "He was NOT dog-walker of the month - in fact, he was turned away when he applied to work at the daycare. He treated the dogs like they were cats, for gods sake! Said they don't actually need to be walked n' you can just let them in the backyard for a few minutes. He's out of his head!"

You sighed, tugging your keys out of your flannel pocket. "Anyways, I should get going. I'll look out for your email!" You turned and departed down the walkway, not sparing Simon a second glance as you left him in the doorway. "See you soon!"

He watched you climb into your small car, returning the wave you gave him before you pulled out of his driveway and disappeared down the street. Simon felt an odd stillness in his home - you had came and went like a storm, and the only evidence that you were ever here was the small baggie of peanut butter and bacon cookies on the kitchen table. He sighed, closing his front door and looking down at Riley.

"She's either gonna be the best, or the worst." He said, running a hand down his face.

Riley let out a groan, which turned into a high-pitched growl. She shifted her weight back and forth on each foot anxiously.

He raised an eyebrow. "Want t' go see Johnny?" He asked. She barked at the familiar name, running to where her leash hung in the closet.

He supposed it was about time. He hadn't seen his team since she was sent home. He knew she was probably aching to see someone other than him right now, and he was honestly going a little stir crazy himself, after spending so much time in the normal, civilian world.

He moved next to her, grabbing the leash and snapping it to her collar. She immediately ran back to the door and waited for him to open it, and he laughed.

"A'right, a'right... but no tackling Price this time. Nearly took out a few of his teeth last time, ya ninny."

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Short dribble while I figure out writers block for I Don't Need You. This will have multiple parts but it will be a shorter fic. Let me know if you want to be tagged!

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the-froschamethyst4 · 6 months

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The dog protects you

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Ghost Headconon

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When Simon was in the military he brings home a friend

Riley the German Shepherd

Since Riley is a grade A military dog, and is learned to protect his handler now owner at all times. Simon now trains him into protecting his home

There was once when Simon was away, he gave Riley a command on protecting you and the house

And someone tried to break in while he was away but luckily for the robber he got a scary dog waiting for him on the other side

You know those ring doorbell cameras, yeah you have one and sent the video of the aftermath of the robber running away from Riley

“Soap, Price come see what Y/n sent me,” he calls

He walks to Price’s office showing him the video of the robber running down the street with Riley hot on his tail and Y/n coming out to call for Riley to come back which he does immediately

They all laugh at the stupid robber and clapped for Riley

When Simon comes home, Riley is somewhere with you, in your home office he’s at the door with his back towards you making sure you are protected

Riley use to have to follow Ghost around but now he’s home he follows you around now (it slightly makes Simon jealous)

“LOVE?! RILEY?! I’M HOME!!” Simon calls

You come downstairs and Riley picks up on how excited you are and jumps for joy when his other comes back home

“Did you see the video?”

“Oh yeah, good boy Riley,” he says patting the dogs head

When you fell pregnant it was like a switch happened in Riley to where now he doesn’t even want Simon near you

You on the couch Riley is by your feet growling at Simon to sit farther away. Simon has kicked Riley outside a couple of times so he could get close to you

“Don’t be mean Simon,” you say letting Riley back in who barked at Simon for throwing him outside

“I want to touch you, I can’t with him in the way,” he pouts gesturing to the dog

“He’s confused, he thinks you’re going to hurt me.”

“But I’m not.”

“I know, he just doesn’t get it.”

When you sleep Riley is sleeping between you two, Simon tries to get him off the bed knowing he’s not supposed to be on the bed, Riley doesn’t listen but only listens to Y/n

“Riley down,” Simon says sternly. “Riley!” Simon sounded like a dad getting frustrated with his child not listening to him

“Riley, down boy,” Y/n says calmly and Riley gets off with ease and sits next to Y/n letting her pet his head

“What the hell?!” Simon says, confused, you only giggle at Simon

Riley becomes very gentle once the baby is born. Simon and you try to introduce Riley to the newborn slowly as possible

“Riley, easy,” Simon says as Riley walks closer to Y/n holding the newborn in her arms

Riley sniffs the baby’s head and looks up at Y/n if he’s allowed to be this close

Y/n pats his head “it’s okay Riley.”

Riley then sniffs the baby all around trying to get use to the baby’s scent. Simon watches his dog that was supposed to be tough and scary become all lovable

Riley rested his head on Y/n’s knee smelling the baby some more

As the baby grew up Riley became more of the baby’s protector

When they started to learn how the walk Riley was like their walker for a little bit. The baby would hang onto Riley so they could walk

Riley would sometimes even save the baby from falling off the couch a couple of times luckily Y/n and Simon also saw the baby before they almost fell off

Riley slept in the baby’s nursery to protect them

This one might bring us to tears

When Riley starts getting older, Simon hates seeing his dog go from an active dog that saved him numerous times to becoming so old that he can barely go down the stairs anymore

Riley was loved by the family even some of Simon's friends

The dogs white face panting like he ran a marathon, you child playing with him the most they can before he's gone, Simon trying to spend his last few days with Riley, seeing if he'd will be willing up for taking his daily walk

"You're a good dog, Riley...you did a good job protecting us," Simon says, sitting on the porch with his dog next to him laying on his side "You are defiantly my best friend, Riley," Simon tells the dog

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bigdicktitties · 1 year

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The Dead man and the Austrian

Your phone buzzed, jumping, you took the vibrating object out of your pocket and checked the notifications. It was from the group chat the boys had put you in. You, Soap, Ghost, Konig, price, and Alejandro decided to keep in touch, and thus made a group chat named "The boys". You giggled when you heard that idea. Mainly over the thought of those big burly men, using Snapchat.

You opened it to see the usual flow of memes, and occasionally random phrases in German, that you learned long ago was Konig's way of throwing the most creative curses you had ever heard into the chat. You rolled your eyes at the chats. A bitmoji appeared at the bottom, it's masked face tilted up in thought. What was the point of creating a bitmoji, if they were just going to cover everything up? You didn't even bother with emoji's.

Much like Ghost and Konig, you wore a mask, and you often took it to extremes with covering your face. You wore colored contacts to hide your own eye color. You remembered when you would switch the colors daily to fuck with Soap. You didn't want them to know your face at all, and they understood that, afterall, it wasn't abnormal, seeing as how half of the team had their faces covered.

However, it wasn't like Ghost or Konig who covered it for safety reasons. Looking in the mirror, you knew once more why you wear that mask, that was more of a veil. Your shoulder length hair hung messily around you, dripping water onto your bare chest. Your bra laid next to you on the sink, and you didn't feel like putting it on. All you wore were your panties.

Your phone buzzed again, Ghost's chat appeared on the screen, "Drinks tonight with the boys, you in Oni?"

Ah, yes, that nickname. Price made the joke one time, 'I bet you're a demon in the sheets.'

He was drunk one night and didn't know it was you. Not that you looked particularly masculine back then.You were shocked when a hand grabbed your ass, causing you to turn around and shout in Japanese at him. His eyes went wide when he saw the mask in your face, to them, you were a guy. The whole room erupted in laughter. They wanted to call you demon after that incident, but you told them if they did, they had to say it in Japanese. Not that you wanted to be remembered as Price's drunken mistake, but you had no choice. It had stuck before too long. It was better than them calling you (L/n).

You picked your phone up, wiping the condensation off the screen, and began to type. You let the click of the keyboard echo out through the bathroom, "Sure, let me get dressed, and I will meet you guys at the bar.We going maskless tonight?" You typed with a few emojis to show the joke.

Konig's bitmoji, almost identical to Ghost's, popped up, "Sure, maybe we can make it a striptease if Ghost can get on the pole." Laughing emoji.

"I will shove that pole up your ass."

I laughed at that. They were like an old married couple most days. You stuck the toothbrush in your mouth and quickly began to type, trying to get a word in before you were cut off, "okay, ladies. I will be there in an hour."

I sat the phone down and walked to my closet. I pulled out my binders and my mask. It looked a lot like Konig's, but it was mesh, so I could see through it. It also had an oriental design embroidered into it. You couldn't tell it by looking at my actual face, but my Japanese ancestry meant a lot to me. I carried a piece of my actual self everywhere, and right now it was on my mask.

I looked at the fabric in my hand, and chunked it to the side. It didn't look as badass tonight, and the airiness of the mesh would give off the flowery smell of my body wash. I dragged a box out filled with many masks, I bought over the years in case I ever had to change identities. I dug until my hand felt a smooth, plastic horn. I pulled it out from the bottom of the pile.

My sister had bought me an Oni mask to hang on my wall as a gift, but the mask was fully functional, so I wore it tonight. I walked to the mirror, binding my hips and chest to my body before I put on black cargo pants and an anime hoodie. I dried my hair, letting it hang free this time. It didn't look too girly, so that was enough for me.

I left, making sure that every trace of my woman hood was swept away under baggy clothes. I didn't feel like driving, and it was only a few blocks to the bar, so I decided to walk. I needed to break my shoes in anyways. The sun was starting to set behind the clouds, and night was beginning to fall over the city. Most people, especially women, would be scared, but after being in the military for four years, I was confident some dope head with a knife, would not be the end of me.

I heard the group before I saw them. I shook my head, opening the door. They raised thier glasses, cheering when they saw me. Everyone except Ghost who just stared. His eyes burned through me, and for a moment I wondered if I forgot to bind all the way or something. I sat down beside him, his eyes following me the whole time, "You're looking at me like I got a dick hanging from my forehead."

"I didn't know you had that much hair." He said, taking a sip of his drink.

"Ha! Did I finally pull the wool over the eyes of the infamous Ghost?" I playfully elbowed him in the side.

He rolled his eyes, and Konig sat down next ot me. I turned to him, 'dabbing him up'. "Hey Konig, what you up to?"

He put his arms around my shoulder and pulled me close, pointing to some generic blonde chick at the end of the bar sipping on a grey goose martini. I cringed behind the mask, don't tell me Konig has a type. "Oni, you see that frau over there?"

I could smell the liquor on his breath, It had taken me an hour and a half to get here, and he was already hammered, "The blonde one? No thanks." I put my hand up.

"No, the Asian bartender. I tried taking to her, but she don't seem to really understand me, go hit her up for me. You speak Chinese don't you?"

He smiled, still pointing.

You swatted his hand down, "First of all you drunkard, I'm Japanese, and she is Korean. Neither of us speak chinese. Secondly, she probably understands you, you're just too slammed to make a coherent sentence." I waved my hand in front of my face, "How many drinks have you had."

"Same as Ghost."

I pushed Konig back, "Okay, well Ghost probably drinks away his sorrows, and look at those sad puppy dog eyes, he has a lot of sorrows. You are the biggest lightweight i've seen. Go drink a glass of water." I looked over to see Ghost glaring at me. I smiled shrugging my shoulders. "Don't take that personally."

The night went on, and it was filled with more banter from the team. You tried your hardest to fit in, but the more sake you drank, the more out of place you felt. The room began to feel more hot to you, so before long, I had taken my hoodie off to reveal a thin, plain black, long sleeved shirt on. You had a couple cups of sake, and you were a bit buzzed, enjoying the atmosphere.

To tease Price back for the years ago he harassed you in this same bar, you strolled over, sitting in his lap, and running your hand down his face. The other guys began to laugh. You never understood how very open, homosexual acts could make them laugh so hard, they choked on their own tongues, but you didn't care. This is what being a boy entailed. You had to be a complete dumbass.

You got up, excusing yourself to the bathroom, praying it was empty. Thank god it was. You rushed to the stall next to the urinals, seeing as how it was the only one in order. I jerked my pants down, slamming my butt on the toilet. That sake ran through me quickly, and I was pissing like a racehorse. A sigh of relief left my lips when I finally let it out.

The door swung open and a pair of boots stumbled in. You heard a burp, and realized Konig had stumbled in here. You finished up, and opened the stall door. Thank god, I had that mask on, because when I left the stall, Konig was standing there with his dick out. A blush spread across my face at the sight. Konig was hung like a fucking horse. He made no attempt to conceal the thing. He was uncircumcised, but that don't matter when his dick looks like it would split me in half.

He caught me staring, "You look like you have never seen a dick before. Don't get gay all of a sudden."

You rolled your eyes, "Please, like I would get turned on by a guy who wears a fucking trash bag over his head. You're probably ugly anyways."

He put his dick back in his pants, zipping them, "Is that why you wear the mask? I bet your one ugly hosensheiße underneath that mask." He stumbled forward, pointing a finger.

He tripped over his shoelace, falling into your arms. He was fucking heavy, and it was taking everything in my power to not drop his drunk ass, "Jesus, your fucking heavy."

"Sorry, that's just my ~burp~ huge cock." He put his arms on either side of my body, and pushed himself up using me as a prop. He picked up my mask and held it out to me, "oh shit you dropped this."

I didn't even know that I dropped it, and shock flooded through my body when I saw the red, chipped painting. I didn't put anything on under it to conceal my face, I felt no need to, boy was I wrong for that.

Konig's face dropped before his eyes went wide. They looked like they would pop out of his skull and roll onto the ground. You flinched, putting your arms on the counter. Your face alone was so painfully feminine, that no matter how much you bound everything else, those long lashes, full cheeks, and plump lips gave it away. You looked up at him through your lashes, "You better not tell the others. Konig I swear to god, I will tell every one about the time you was smoking at my place and sold your feet pics for pocket money." You threatened.

He held his hands out in front of him, "Okay, Okay, I won't, but it will take more than bribery to buy my silence."

He moved closer to you, pressing his body against mine, "W-What do you have in mind?" I closed my eyes as I felt his breath snake down my neck.

He began twirling a lock of my hair, "A Blowjob. Suck me off, and I might think about keeping your little secret."

I pushed his body off me. He was drunk enough, that it didn't take all that much to shove him back. Konig is usually way more controlled than this, but the copious amounts of liquor in his system has him unraveling. "Just a blowjob? Nothing more?"

He shook his head. I sighed, silently agreeing by getting on my knees and unbuckling his belt. It was nothing to suck some dick in order to guard my most precious secret. It's not like I haven't given head before. I lifted his shirt, seeing a trail of hair that went down his stomach. My mouth watered at the sight of ripped abs and the smell of his body made me want to bite him.

I pulled the belt out of the buckle, and I unzipped his pants. I traced his v-line with the tip of my finger, a shiver ran down his spine. He growled under his mask. "du machst dich über mich lustig" (You tease me)

You cocked your head, not understanding his german, but finding it sexy that he has reverted back to his most basic instinct. I finally got enough courage to pull down his boxers. It almost hit you in the face when it sprang up, freed from it's prison. I knew I couldn't take all of it at once, but I was still really excited to see what I could do. He had minimum hair, giving me a clear view of everything.

You parted your full lips, looking ups at him through your eyelashes. He stared at you with intensity as he saw his own cock disappear behind that velvet face that you had. He put a hand lovingly on the side of your head, as you took what you could, stopping about half way. He shook his head, disapproving of your decision to stop, " I think you can take more, Bärchen." You shook your head, trying to look at him pleadingly, "Do you need my help?" He stroked down the side of your face, your caramel eyes, pleading for his mercy.

He put both hands on either side of your head. You slammed your eyes, knowing what he was about to do. He chuckled, "Eyes on me, Hase. I will be gentle." He slammed his cock to the back of your throat. The precum lubricated it, allowing it to slip further down with ease. You gagged, feeling tears prick up in your eyes. He slipped out, allowing you air. "Take your clothes off, I want to see your body."

"I thought this was just a blowjob? Why do I need to get naked?" You asked, hoping he hadn't changed his mind. it was one thing to give head, another to actually fuck.

" I would come quicker if you were naked. Don't you want to get this over with sooner?" I nodded, taking off my shirt. I averted my eyes when he began to pump himself. "Look at me. I want to see those eyes."

You gave a whimper of protest, but abliged anyways. The army had you so used to doing what you were told. Your bare body now lay on the wet bathroom counter. You slid off, getting back onto the floor, you took his cock into your tiny hands. Putting the weeping tip in your mouth, you swirled over the small slit that settled on top.

He threw his head back, "Scheiße!" He howled. His whole body shuddered. You took his cock deeper into your mouth, adjusting slowly. Inch by inch you felt his thick cock slip past your throat and press against it's insides. You gagged, just so he could feel your throat tightening around him. He moaned, spewing german nonsense from his lips. He was so close, and you was ready for this to be over with.

That was until the door swung open, and you saw Ghost walk in. He stopped, staring at you. Your cover had been blown again, and this time in the worst way imaginable: you in between Konig's legs, taking his dick like the whore you were. Ghost widened his eyes, seeing the scene, "Bloody hell Konig, where did you find a prostitue?"

I pulled back, ready to fire off, saying how I wasn't a prostitute, but right as I began to slide off, Konig, slammed my head back down, "She isn't a prostitue, but she was desperate." He looked down to you. You could see the smirk in his eyes. That damn bastard.

"How desperate? I came in here looking for you and Oni, but I guess you have been occupied...Wait!" His eyes went even wider as he realized the tiny woman that clutched Konig's thighs with mascara running down her face was the same guy that once killed forty men with a single knife. "You mean he was a girl this whole time?"

I choked on his cock, causing a shiver to go down his spine. Konig noded. There was no use in hiding it, Ghost had already put two and two together. You pulled of his dick with a pop, "M'sorry for lying. There was no way 141 would take me seriously as an asian female. You all would have sexualized me for no reason!" you shot a spiteful glance to konig as he rubbed the back of his neck chuckling.

Ghost stalked closer, "I see your point, but if you don't want repercussions, I suggest you give me a good reason not to turn you in." He looked stern. You could see the betrayal in his eyes. The person he shared so many personal thought and moments with turned out to be lying to hims about the biggest thing: who they really were.

You put your hands up to beg, but Konig cut you off, "I think she needs to be punished." He said to Ghost, sarcasm and lust lacing his voice.

"Your right Konig, and good news is you get to help me. Turn the bird's head my way." Konig put his big hands on the sides of your hand and turned you towards Ghost. He walked closer, tugging his pants from his waist, revealing his half hard cock. You widened your eyes, because where Konig had all the lenght for days, Ghost was girthy as fuck. Not to say he didn't have length, but it was no where near Konig.

Konig directed your precum stained tongue to the twitching cock in front of you. 'You didn't know how to feel about taking your lieutenant down your throat, but the thought of being kicked off the team sucked worse. You thought about the effects of your actions and how something as harmless as lying about your gender could get you dishonorably dishonorably discharged.

Ghost pressed his tip against your lower lip, "Quite the dick sucking lips innit?"

Konig, pressed his masked face to the crook of your neck, "You hear that schatzi? How do we thank the lieutenant for complimenting you?"

You wrapped your lips around his cock, hearing him groan. "Good girl, that's the spirit." Konig said, giving a light slap to your ass.

You moaned, sending vibrations up Ghost's dick. He decided to take it upon himself and slowly inch his way down your throat. He could feel the walls of your cheek suckle him, trying to milk him of his cum. He reached your tight little throat, pushing his way past. You gagged around him, feeling tears prick in your eyes from gagging.

The feeling of your throat flexing around his cock made him ache for your sweet sweet heaven between your legs. Konig kept his hands on your head, pulling your head back and forth onto Ghost's cock with a nice pace. Ghost had moved his hand to wrap slightly around your neck, relishing the sight of your throat bobbing with the thickness of his cock. "I wonder what's between this lassie's legs? Maybe we should take her home and try her out?"

You shook your head in protest. Konig had promised this would only be a simple Blowjob, but Ghost hadn't. All he said was that he intended on punishing you. You gagged more on his thick cock, and when your lungs began to burn, you pulled back. A string of precum hung between your tongue and the red, weeping tip that was held in front of you. You looked up to Ghost with pleading eyes, "Please don't."

"Why is that? Afraid we will break you?" He held her chin in his hand, stroking his dick right by her face.

"Yes actually, please!" You begged, "Look, I've given head before, and I have even touched another guy. I've done just about everything but actual sex."

Konig pulled your hair back to meet his eyes, "So we got ourselves something to break in huh? Don't worry Hase, we won't be too rough." He released your hair.

"I'm a soldier dammit! Why are you doing this?" You crossed your arms.

Ghost pried your mouth open, aiming the head of his cock at your pretty pink tongue, "You're quite dishy when your being disobedient. I might keep you personally." You could see the amusement in his eyes.

You were too busy focusing on those dreamy brown eyes to see the ropes of cum splattering onto your face. You closed your eyes, opening your mouth. Both men gave a chuckle at your surprise.

You felt their hands withdraw from your body, and you clutched yourself, covering up your bare body. Cum dripped down your face and onto your bare breast. Konig handed you a paper towel, "You might want to clean yourself up. We decided to take you back to your place and have some fun~" He smirked.

Slowly you got off your feet and began to dress yourself. Your knees had prints in them from sitting on the tiled floor for so long. Your joints cracked and popped from the weight of you lifting yourself off the floor. You timidlycleaned yourself off and put your mask on.

The boys walked you out, waving to the rest of 141, "I'm driving Konig and Oni home, they had too much to drink." Ghost said, grabbing his keys and heading out the door.

You kept your head down, still ashamed of what was to come next. You never thought you would sleep with a superior, but here you were about to have a threesome with not just your Lieutenant, but a member of another team. Where was your pride and dignity?

Ghost clicked his keys, and the headlights of a truck began to light up across the parkinglot. The sleek, white finish had you a little jealous, but when you saw it had no backseats you looked at Ghost, "How will we all fit?"

"The middle seat folds up, your small enough to sit there." He opened the door and helped you climb inside. You watched Konig climb in, ducking his head to fit his massive body into the truck. You locked eyes with him, and hurriedly turned away to look at Ghost.

He was also trying to fit his massive body in the truck. When they finished settling in, you found yourself wedged between two giant men, and you found your mind wandering to dirty places. You wanted to be sandwiched between them while they filled your insides. You began to whimper to yourself.

Konig reached over, taking your mask off, and grabbing your chin, "What's wrong little maus?"

You blushed making eye contact with him, "Please." You begged, not really knowing what you wanted specifically, but knowing that you wanted something.

Konig looked at you intensely, his gaze piercing you, making you whimper even more. You began to rub your legs together to do something about the burning that you created by having such sinful thoughts. His eyes followed your shaking figure all the way down to your crotch, watching your legs grind against each other. His eyes widened, "You want me to touch you maus?"

You pouted, nodding. You didn't care that you looked pathetic right now, begging for a man to touch your pussy, you only cared about getting that feeling to go away.

Konig unzipped your pants, sliding his hands down to your crotch. He stroked your slit through your cotton panties, hissing when he felt how wet you were. You clung to his arm, watching his hand move under the fabric of your pants. He pulled your panties aside, and began to slide his finger between your lips, spreading your wetness over your whole body. You threw your head back, moaning.

Konig slipped a finger in you, relishing how tight your walls are. Your head snapped up, wide eyed as more choked moans fled your lips. Konig pumped his finger in and out of your slick cunt, feeling it suck his thick digits in with every thrust. It made obscene noises the whole drive.

You felt another hand join. Looking over, you saw Ghost with one hand on the wheel, watching the road intently as his other hand found your clit. He stroked it in big circles, making sure you felt it everytime his finger dragged across each nerve. You could swear he had a smirk on his face as you threw you head back, feeling the overwhelming pleasure from being played with.

You felt the car stop, looking up, you saw Ghost lean over, switching hands, he bagn to stroke your face, "That's a good little slut. Just sit there and feel good while we do all the work. Let the men do their jobs." He purred into your ear while your moans and hisses filled the truck.

Konig leaned into your other ear, making sure you can feel his hot breath snake down your neck. He picked up his pace, adding another finger. You flexed your legs at the stretch, mewling over the two men simultaneously finger fucking your whining pussy. Konig purred in your ear, "So eine Kissenprinzessin. so eine hübsche kleine Schwanzhure." Such a pillow princess. Pretty little cock whore.

Your eyes rolled in the back of your head as you felt your lower body grow hot. You arched your back as your orgasm hit you like a steam hammer. You opened your mouth only for strangled noises to escape. Your body felt like it was being pulled apart, and you loved it.

Konig watched you ride out your orgasm with dark eyes. You could almost see the dark fantasies he had about you playing through his mind. If it felt better than this, then you would fulfill his darkest fantasy. You held eyes as he slipped his fingers from you and placed them in his mouth, licking them. He pulled them out with a pop, telling you how good you taste.

Your legs were shaking. They felt like jelly. Ghost opened the door, offering you his hand. You took it, allowing him to pull you into his arms bridal style. You clung to his grey shirt, burying your head into his chest, enjoying his scent. He tossed Konig the keys, and he unlocked the door. You anticipated what was to come next. Would they carry you to the bedroom, or would they simply fuck you right here in the living room while you were sandwiched between them.

Ghost walked over to the couch, setting you down. Your legs shook, and you whined from the lack of contact. You reached down to your sopping cunt, trying to play with yourself in hopes of relieving some of the pressure in your body, but you had never done it manually. You made enough money to afford toys, so you never learned how to do it by hand. You looked down between your legs with a defeated look on your face.

You felt a presence behind you, and a hand snaked between your legs. You could smell the alcohol on his breath, " Does the lass not know how to touch herself? That much of a princess?" He sank his finger into your wetness, watching as you tilted your head back and rested it on your shoulder. Your mouth stretched open as did your pussy as Ghost slid two finger deep inside of you. "Good little bird. Come on sunshine, mewl for me." He continued to whisper in your ear as your legs clamped around his thick arms. You felt os small compared to him in so many ways. That turned you on, just imagining your tiny body being pulverized by these two giant men...wait no. You were a soldier, and you needed to act like one instead of throwing yourself onto people like this. If they were the enemy, you would already be dead.

Would death really be that bad if you got to feel every inch of an Austrian and a brit going in and out of you? You hoped it would ill you to be split in half over them. To be juiced like an orange on their dicks. Your mouth began to water at the thoughts of what they would do to your bodies if they had the chance to. You felt your legs being spread apart. You were snapped out of your daydream, seeing bright blue eyes resting beneath you.

Konig pulled your pants off, swatting away Ghost's hand while he spread your lips apart with his fingers. He took in the sight before him, " Heilige shieß, so klien und perfekt." (Holy shit so small and perfect.) He said, running a finger up your slit. You let out a cry of pleasure not caring about your dignity anymore. Konig began to kiss your thighs through his mask, trailing up your leg, stopping right before the thing you wanted him to kiss the most. He looked up at you, "Willst du, dass Daddy dich auswärts isst? bitte darum Prinzessin." (Do you want daddy to eat you out? Beg for it princess.)

You didn't understand german that much, only what Konig had took the time for in the past, but you knew what he wanted. He wanted you beg. "Please Konig." You took a moment to mentally put together a sentence with what german you know, "Bitte Konig. Fick mich. Ich mich aus!" (Please Konig. Fuck me. Eat me out!) You screamed, just wanting contact from him. He was the one that got you into this mess, he might as well make it worth your while.

Konig's eyes perked up at your german. You saw the surprise fade into primal, animalistic lust. Part of you felt scared of the look on his face, but the other parts were begging him to eat you out with fervor. He lifted his mask up slightly, showing his pink lips. You caught a glimpse of him licking his lips before he rested the bottom of his hood on the crevice between your stomach and pussy.

He huffed on your clit, teasing you with his breath. You whimpered under his touch when you felt his tongue go down on your swollen clit. He worked in so many different patterns. He went in circles, and then he switched, going up and down. You felt like you would pass out from the feeling. It was too much to feel his wet muscle glide over your small clit. It felt like your ovaries would tie in a knot from this. Your holy body felt alive.

Ghost was beginning to feel jealous of all the attention Konig was giving you. He walked around the couch, sitting down beside you. He slid his pants off watching Konig go to town on you. He wanted to dip his tongue inside you just as much. He tapped Konig on the shoulder, "Oi, move to that side, and we will tag team her. Punish her real nice." You could see the smirk under his mask.

Konig moved over, focusing his tongue on one side of your clit while Ghost got on his knees and pulled his mask up. You felt his tongue next. It flew over your slick folds, and your hips bucked, pushing their faces deeper into your cunt. You wanted to take their masked faces and slam them into your pussy, rubbing their faces in it like dogs. They made this mess anyways, and their skilled tongues were next to make a mess.

Your body slid down into the couch, but perked up when they both slid a finger each into your tight hole. Your back arched, causing you to scream. They picked up their pace, aroused by your screams. You leaned forward, caressing their head, muttering in Japanese as they feasted upon your body.

The knot in your stomach was getting tighter, and you couldn't tell if it was from the extreme fingering or the cunnilingus. All you knew was that you was slowly inching closer to sweet release. You wanted it so bad, and much like them, face deep in your whining cunt, you could taste it. It was that close. Sparks began to form behind your eyelids like a lit firework, and as they took off you could feel that spike, that climb. You were ready for the mind numbing orgasm, but right as they were to explode, they stopped.

You opened your eyes, glaring at the two men. They pulled back. You saw ghost stick his finger in his mouth, pulling it out with a pop. His eyes rolled back at your rich flavor. Konig licked his lips, and swiped tow fingers up your cunt. He held the digits up to your mouth. You didn't need him to tell you as you leaned forward, wrapping your puffy lips around his soaked fingers. You bobbed your head up and down, making eye contact. Konig grabbed your chin with his other hand, "You just want me to fucking ruin that needy little whore hole of yours don't you?"

You pulled off his fingers, "Please do. I want my tight little body to be abused tonight. Make me regret lying to you!" You cried, wanting them to get this show on the road.

Ghost grabbed you by the legs pulling you against him, "That's all you needed to say." He leaned close, lining his dick with your entrance. You could feel him breathing on your collar bone, sending shivers down your spine. His breaths formed words, "I'm going to make you my cumdumpster." He stated as he rammed his thick cock all the way into you. You screamed feeling the stretch happen so suddenly. He held your hips as you leaned back over the arm of the couch. The stretch was intense. You wee afraid to straighten your back, thinking that it would snap.

"Cup your tits together Schatzi." Konig spoke, stroking your sensitive nipples. You brought your hands up, pushing your boobs together. Konig took his precum soaked dick and slid it between your tits. His lubed up dick sliding through with ease. He put his hand on his back as he thrusted. He cupped her mouth forcing it open, "Open wide for me pretty." He slid his balls in your mouth as he tit fucked you.

You felt like their little slut. It made you smile a bit. The two most feared men on 141 and KorTac was making your their little fuck toy. You were positive that the socks they jerked off into as teenagers got more respect than you in this moment, and that was fine. You were in the army, it was nothing for you to get yelled at and degraded. Honestly its half the reason you joined: to hear men tell you how fucking pitiful you are.

You would be as pitiful as you needed to be for them. You hoped they fucked you out of pity. You hoped that everytime their thick, heavy balls slapped against your sopping pussy, they felt so sorry that they fucked you harder.

All your pride and dignity had flown out the window.

You felt Koing withdraw, "Ghost. Let me have a turn inside of her."

"Alright, I was about to cum anyways." He pulled out, watching a string of juices follow. Koing walked around, eyeing his prey. His deep oceanic eyes, stalked you from your spot. You began to whimper as you watched him lurk around the couch, his hard cock being pumped by his equally as big fist. You were scared to have him inside of you, but you needed it so bad.

He grabbed your legs, pressing them together tightly. You placed your hand over your mouth, whimpering as you felt the tip probe your wet hole, and gradually it pushed it. You could feel the weight of him pressing against you from just the tip. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head when you felt the stretch he supplied you with. Gods it was fucking beautiful.

"Like a bitch in heat." You heard Ghost say, his caramel eyes, looking at you with predator intent. He took you hair in his hands, almost petting you as he watched Konig disapear in you just to resurface again. Each time, drawing a moan from your lips in the most begging way. His string of broken German made you want to cry. You could'nt tell what he was saying, but you knew it was so dirty that even Satan would have to plug his ears to this.

Ghost sat there, lightly tugging on your hair as your eyes rolled into the back of your head. Your mouth hung agape, and you didn't even try to stop the noises that left your lips. You felt Ghost tug your head back by your hair. You closed you eyes, when you felt his tip probe your cheek. You welcomed it. He slipped in, using the juice he picked up off you earlier to lube up his journey down your throat. Your body stiffened. You felt so full. You wanted to always feel like this.

You felt so nice being used and abused by these two big men. You could do this all night, just having them fuck you like some sock they would toss behind their beds after a quick wank. The way their bodies pressed against you like a slutty little Chinese finger trap made you want to cream that very instant. It was so good and they were so heavy against your tiny body.

Ghost was slowly slipping his tip in and out of your throat, liking how your throat flexed around him as you gagged on it. The girth bringing you to heaven. He dragged it in and out slowly, before deciding you were ready for the full effect of it. He put his hand on your throat and clamped down, tightening the already snug space in your throat.

You let out a moan and a gag as your body tensed up causing you to clamp around Konig. You could feel his thrust grow sloppier inside of you, and neither of them had a condom. You wondered if they would fill you or cum on you like some cheap whore. You didn't know which part had you more excited.

Konig leaned his body over you, and he began swirling his tongue over your nipples, feeling the roughness of the hard peaks on his tongue. You moaned with Ghost in your mouth. You loved being filled to your hearts content, and you wished it would never end, that they would fuck you like their little cum dumpster for the rest of their big, burly lives.

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as another orgasm hit you like a freight train. Your body shook with fervor as you felt your heat pulse with ecstasy. Your small frame trembled under their grip as you opened your mouth letting out a scream. Ghost pulled out of you, holding you from under your arms. Konig drilled into you as you came all over his lengthy cock.

Ghost leaned in petting you, "Right there baby, right there. When you get done cumming like a good little slut, I'll go back in, and me and ol' konig here will tag team you." He planted kisses on your temple, felling your body shake with every wave of euphoria that washed over you. It felt like it would never end, but soon your trembles died down and you could breath again.

That was until you felt a tip probe your sopping whole from behind. You shook your head trying to say you wasn't ready, but he pushed past, stretching out your body so well. You were ruined now, and hoped that maybe this is a forever thing now, because no other man could ever want you after this. These two big men just ravaged your body and there was no turning back now. You were forever sealed to these men.

They pumped in and out rhythmically. When Konig pulled out, Ghost pushed in. You were never empty of them. Ghost held you from the back while you wrapped your legs around Konig, feeling as they tugged you back and forth like a saw on their dicks. You let out so many screams and moans. Your throat felt dry and you just wanted some water, but the only thing that seemed wet at the moment was your cunt that was weeping onto the men holding you.

You felt like you were going to explode everywhere, all over their throbbing hard ons. You couldn't keep quiet and Konig had to clamp his hand over your mouth. You looked at him wide eyed as it turned you on so much to be dominated, deprived like this. He leaned in closer where his blue eyes met yours, "Can you still breathe liebling?"

You nodded not being able to breathe. He gave you a curt nod before resting his forehead on yours. You were starting to feel tired and wore out. You came all you could, yet again and again they rung orgasm after orgasm out of you. You felt dried up and used. You gripped the part of konigs mask on each side of his head while Ghost buried his face in the side of your neck, placing hickeys up and down the side as he drilled his hot cock into your tiny pussy.

Konig pulled his mask up to a little above the tip of his nose, and locked lips with you. He had tiny beads of sweat on his upper lip, and a stubble had begun to grow in. You could feel his long hair on your shoulders. You broke from the kiss to moan. You felt a firm hand slap your ass, and looked back to meet eyes with Ghost. "Keep going, I'm almost there. be a good girl and I will finish in you." You moaned at the thought " You like that? You like the thought of me filling you with my hot, wet cum? I bet you want it dripping out of you and onto my couch? I'd let you ruin my couch with your weeping cunt. I bet you feel honored." You shook your head violently.

Konig jerked your head around to meet him, "Enough of him hase. Look at me, I can fill you more. You want my Austrian babies? Oh I bet they will look cute with those lips of yours. I will take you back to Germany with me. C'mon. I bet you would rather have this huge cock ramming into you every night. That british asshole can't fuck you like I can."

Ghost rolled his eyes, "I have more experience with women. I know what make you tick. What makes you cum," He reached around to rub your clit in circles.

Konig began palming your nipples, "You don't want a depressing guy like him. You can't get anywhere with him. He doesn't exist to the government, but me? We can live and go places."

"Who do you want to cum inside baby, just tell us. We won't be mad. Whose babies do you want to have?" Ghost cooed into the nape of your neck.

"B-both..." You stammered out cautiously.

You felt a slap on your ass, "Good girl." Konig pulled you close, "Let us both cum in you and play baby roulette. I bet you will look so good swollen with my german babies." HE began to pump faster inside of you.

"Don't listen to him (y/n) think of my little brunette babies with their chocolate eyes and your high cheekbones, we would practically raise models." He breathed into your neck as he began to hammer your hole.

"Oh fuck~I'm cumming~ fuck!" You shouted as you felt your walls give and pump hot cum onto their balls. Your body went limp as you shook in their arms. You were ready to be filled with their babies. You wanted it so bad.

They got closer, sandwiching you between them tightly. Their bullying cocks pumped so fast they were sweating and panting. Finally after enduring the feeling if being rammed into so tastily, you felt Ghost bite your neck as he emptied his balls deep in your womb.

Konig was soon to follow with his string of german curses. As they both emptied their seed inside of you, the spilled, catching their breath. They pulled out of you, hearing you whimper from not being full as you were used to being for so long.

They laid you down on the couch while Ghost petted your hair and Konig left to get something to clean up. "Shhh, its ok. Its over now. Just relax in my arms princess." He pouted as you shook from everything.

Konig returned a moment later and began to wipe you down, throwing his shirt at you to put on. You started to get up, but he stopped you, "Dont stand liebling. We don't want anything to seep out. Where do you need to go, I can carry."

Your voice came out small and hushed, "I want a bed to sleep in please. I'm so tired."

Konig turned to Ghost. He pointed down the hall, "Put her in my room, she can sleep there tonight. You can sleep on the other side and we can stick her in the middle."

Your brain was cumdrunk and you couldn't think straight. To think you were once feared by many just for you to lay there in a tshirt, rubbing your sleepy eyes, "cuddles?"

He cupped both sides of your face, bringing your eyes to meet his, "Yes, luv, cuddles all night. We don't have anywhere to be tomorrow, so we can sleep in."

You gave a sleepy smile as Konig wrapped his arms around you, carrying youback to the room where he laid you in the middle of the bed. " If he lets me I'll steal his kitchen to make us some breakfast." He kissed you on your forehead.

You closed your eyes to drift off to sleep as you felt them climb into bed and wrap their arms around you as you allowed your body to finally rest. To think you fucked a dead guy and a German.

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Eventuality Pt.3+4

1, 2, 5, 6

As always crossposted on Ao3 @WeaperReaper. It gets updated first so check that out.

DAY after DAY, CHAPTER after CHAPTER,

I promised to feed my bbgirls and I’m doing so on a

SILVER PLATTER

Eat up kids.

NSFW UNDER CUT // MINORS DNI

CW: fluff, medical inaccuracies, German translation inaccuracies, military inaccuracies, you get the point, NSFW: smut, handjob, fingering, cunnilingus, rutting, dirty talk, etc, not too bad but you’ll find out. WC~7.7k

Since then the rest of the week went by relatively uneventful. I fell into an easy daily pattern. Wake up, shower, entertain whatever morning challenge Soap set for himself and the troops, then lock myself in the infirmary until the sun set. Sunday rolled around and I found myself carrying a tray of food back into the sterile and cold room. Outside, the days grew hot, but I dressed in thick clothes daily because of how chilled the makeshift office was kept. Thankfully, whatever help they had before me did a decent job of keeping medical records for most of the soldiers. So after a few quick emails between myself and KORTAC command, I was able to round up everyone’s history, some only dating back a few years.

There were a handful of documents that continued to stay missing. Most of Soap and Price’s history had been erased, and there was nothing on Ghost. I hadn’t even gotten a hint as to his real name, same went for Konig.

My stomach did flips as his name crossed my mind.

Konig had made it a habit to visit everyday at the end of my shift- or whenever it was when I finished paperwork for that day. He’d see me at the door and make an excuse to walk me back to the sleeping quarters. It was quite most of the time, that seemed to always be the case with him. He’d ask me how my day went, and then never really elaborated on his.

I didn’t mind though, after the buzzing and beeping that rang through my ears all day I appreciated his gentle calm.

I settled at the desk in the back, tray clacking loudly against the steel top, and chair speaking just as annoyingly underneath me. I was proud of myself for catching up so quickly though, I had practically everyones name, face, and blood type memorized.

I was in the middle of shoving a banana muffin in my face when someone knocked on the open door. It was Soap, in full gear.

“Dressed up for me?” I teased and eyed him up and down.

He was equipped to the T, rifle strapped across his chest with matching mags tied into his vest. The black shirt he wore under it was almost too tight for him, and his biceps bulged under the thin fabric. My face heated.

“Only so you’d notice me.” He sauntered over to where I sat and grazed his fingers over my tray of food, I swatted his hands away. His close presence not doing any favors with my growing blush.

“Get your own food, Mctavish.”

“I did, yours looks better.”

I scoffed and two pairs of boots echoed loudly down the hall, approaching the room. I reeled quickly away when Price and Konig entered, I didn’t miss Konig eyeing our sudden distance, as if it were not far enough. I cleared my throat and addressed the both of them.

“Well aren’t I just popular today,” I stood and inched closer to the men at the door, letting the cots act as a barrier between us all.

“What do I owe the pleasure, Captain?”

They were both dressed similarly to Soap, boots strapped up tight and guns loaded. Price had his flimsy hat on again like he did the first day. His facial hair had grown significantly since then.

“Someone didn’t get the message, eh?” He mumbled, eyeing my form. I glanced down at what I was wearing. It was the usual, black fitted crew neck with matching cargo pants, my only pair of boots and medic jacket hung on the hook by the desk.

“What message?” I asked.

“We’re shipping out, Nurse.”

My eyes widened, a mission?

And they wanted to bring me?

I rushed over to my duffle bag packed with all the necessary medical supplies and onced it over. Thankfully it was still pretty much stocked.

“Have you checked out anything from the armory yet?” Soap approached behind me and handed me my jacket. I threw it on and slung the bag over my shoulder.

“Well it can’t be that dangerous can it? For you to want to bring your only licensed medical help?”

“We’re just gathering intel,” Price began, leading us four from the room. Soap joined his side and I followed behind them in stride as they briefed me. Konig fell into step beside me, quiet as usual, but his eyes never left me.

“Given what happened last time, figured it’d be better to just bring you along.” He continued.

“You thought right, sir. Another ambush isn’t going to do anyone any favors.”

“Right you are Nurse.”

Konig handed me a handgun, it was snapped shut in a black leather holster. They moved quickly. In the next handful of minutes we were loaded up in the back of a Jeep. Price drove and Soap sat passenger, Konig and I behind him. He had a laptop opened on his lap- a map of the dunes and some other information scrambled off to the side. He slid a gloved hand over the keys and shifted the monitor so I could watch.

It was a silent drive, Soap and Price held most of the conversation. I put in a good word or two when addressed but other then that just watched as Konig typed things into the laptop.

He pulled a photo up after a while.

“This man, we are looking for him.” He stated, and I realized only then how much I missed his warm accent. Soap and Price continued their conversation up front, and Konig spoke in a soft way.

“He’s ratted up in a building near us, we don’t normally take jobs like this but..” he trailed off.

Soap finished his sentence , “He might have information on another case we’re working on.”

“So it’s our job to find out what he’s up to, and bring him back to base for questioning.”

“Is that really the best tactic?” I questioned, the sun began to set, and the desert quickly grew cold. I shivered beneath my jacket and I swear Konig schootched just that bit closer, our thighs brushing together ever so slightly.

“I mean if he’s associated with the one’s who set an ambush up a week ago, who’s to say you’re not walking into a trap?”

Price chuckled from his seat and glanced back at me through the rear view mirror, then turned to Soap. “Told ya she’s a clever one.” Soap said lowly. Konig nodded in agreement.

“Ghost went ahead of us,” he continued, Scottish accent thick with witheld emotion. Was he worried for him?

I mumbled a small ‘good’. Having a scout sent out before was what’s clever.

These men, besides their cool exterior, were soldier through and through. The mission and end goal is the first thing on their mind. I blamed the shiver that ran up my spine on the cold. I could never do what they do, this S.A.S. All of my training went to healing, the though of bringing a man back- regardless of what he might be affiliated with- in a plan to torture information out of him..

Konig’s gloved hand pulled me from my head when he put it on my knee. I turned to look at him but he was looking away, out the window to his other side. He was different tonight, This the only crack in the facade he played. With me, he’d only been gentle and kind. But tonight out on a mission for the first time together, would I be afraid of what I’d see?

I placed my cold hand on top of where his lay, a gesture of comfort maybe, or a promise that whatever happened he’d still be there- underneath the fear enticing mask.

I swallowed hard.

Some hours later Price pulled up behind a crumbling building and threw us into park. The sun had far from set, but the moon was bright and full. It illuminated our surrounding area clearly. Something I was glad for, but the others didn’t share.

“We’re too exposed out here.” Soap complained. The place looked dead to me, however.

“Ghost, how copy?” He thumbed at the radio strapped to his vest.

There must have been some reply because he gave a thumbs up to price, and headed off into a seemingly random direction, slouching his way between the clay building and a wall- disappearing behind some shadows.

Price turned to us and Konig pulled a long thin sniper case from the back of the Jeep. I hadn't even noticed it before. There were black sharpie scribbles on one top, phrases in German and little doodles in another corner. My lips twitched up.

“You’ll keep watch with Konig, should anything happen- I’m looking to you Nurse.” Price laid heavily on me. Any smile I might have had faded, a seriousness settling over us.

“The two of you are my eyes, if everything goes according to plan- you’ll never see Soap or Ghost until we regroup. Konig has the safe houses, don’t leave his sight.”

‘Don’t leave his sight.’ He said it like a command, and it probably was. Though I didn’t make any plans to go wandering out on my own anyway. I turned to Konig and he was already staring down at me. The moon was bright behind him, and cast his face into one giant shadow, eyes dark, it was a scary sight to be on the wrong side of.

They shared a nod and Price jumped back into the Jeep, leaving us in his trail of dust after a moment.

“Let’s get set up.” Konig grabbed the handle of the case and turned to climb a flight of stairs. When we got to the top of the building, the other surrounding houses were clearly outlined by the moon. Lights were on in a handful of them just down the way that I hadn’t noticed before. Konig found a comfortable spot on the ledge and pulled out his rifle, snapping some pieces at the end together. He fell into a crouch and I joined him at his side, setting my bag underneath me to act as a seat. The ledge went just up to my shoulders, and Konig easily set up his scope utop it, always the perfect height.

It was dead silent for a few minutes, until he set his radio infront of me. He turned it down so low that only a faint static could be heard if you strained to hear it. His thumb reached over me to press the PTT on the side.

“In position, eyes on you Cap.” He eyed through his optic and shifted the nose of his rifle to follow where the Jeep Price drove could be see. If it weren’t for the dust and sand it kicked up, I wouldn’t have noticed it. Just a tiny black dot far out in the dunes.

“Copy. Stand by.” Price’s voice was muffled a little over the radio. It wasn’t really my place to ask questions about the mission, though that didn’t stop loads from firing out of every crevice of my brain.

Konig sighed to my right and I realized the bouncing of my leg was probably bothering him. I couldn’t help but be nervous, so I mumbled a silent apology.

“It’s okay.” He said quietly, eyes still looking through the scope, “I also have trouble sitting still.” He huffed a little, like there was some private joke for him.

I stilled my legs and instead focused on watching him closely. I hadn’t been this near his face before, since he first came to me at least. The cut on his jaw I cleaned before should be fairly healed by now, if he didn’t mess it it too much. My fingers itched to lift his mask to check it myself.

“Maus..” He drew out faintly after a while. My chest fluttered and he kept his body facing forward. “I can feel you staring.”

My voice caught in my throat and I couldn’t even apologize in response, I shifted to get up when his hand shot out and caught my elbow.

“No, it is alright just-“ he nudged me a little closer to him, “talk to me at least, your voice” he turned his head to look at me and our eyes met. The moon and clear sky reflected out of them, “It calms me.”

I tried to swallow the lump in my throat, nodding. “Okay uhm.” I racked my brain.

“What do you want to talk about?” I asked, switching over to eye the buildings instead. I prayed everything went smoothly.

“Anything. You.”

“Me?”

He nodded.

“I’m not that interesting I’m afraid.”

“You’re wrong.” He countered and turned to glance at me once more. His eyes settled on my breast pocket.

“Who is that photo of?” He asked, turning his attention back through his scope.

I was a little astonished.

“How do you know I have a photo?”

I could hear him laugh under his breath, the fabric covering his face shifted with the movement and I could feel my face heat up all over again.

“So you don’t deny it.”

I scoffed and turned away, looking anywhere but his direction. He was always watching me, so of course he probably noticed it a couple nights. It’s not like I tried to make a secret of it, sometimes if the day was rough I had a habit of pulling it out and thumbing over it a few times until I calmed down again. It wouldn’t surprise me if he already knew what was on it.

“It’s of my dad.”

“I’m sorry.” He said without missing a beat, immediately cursing at himself in German.

How did he-“You knew already.”

It was impossible to read his expression, especially when faced away from me, but I could hear the sheepishness in his voice when he answered me.

“I asked Price.” Was his reply.

I hummed.

“He told me about him.. and you. He was a war hero right?”

I hummed again and absentmindedly graced my fingers over the pocket his photo stayed zipped up tight behind.

“You’re awfully curious about me.” I tried to change the subject.

He shrugged.

“Enough to ask price about it.” I pushed.

“I want to get to know you, Maus.” The nervousness that sat in my chest from before immediately dropped into butterflies in my stomach, and I had to remind myself that we’re out here in this blistering cold on a mission. This wasn’t a tailgate party where I could fraternize with my coworkers.

I cleared my throat and let some moments pass between us silently. He continued to stay focused on his rifle, shifting if only to get more comfortable and not stiff out his hands. The radio buzzed between us, it was Soaps voice.

“Target located, extraction a-go.”

I let myself relax a bit, he seemed to be doing well at least. We hadn’t heard anything from Price yet, but I didn’t doubt he was in good shape too. Ghost I was the least worried about, if there was ever a man who could handle his own- it was him.

Konig sighed and shifted his weight again, leaning over me to palm the radio.

“Copy, all clear.”

Just then the roar of an engine bounced over the walls surrounding us. It wasn’t clear where the sound originated, but the both of us stilled to listen. Konig clicked off the radio and clipped it back onto his belt.

I moved into a crouch and slung my kit over my shoulders, ready to move given the signal.

Voices echoed underneath us, a handful of men talked in a language I couldn’t understand and Konig wasted no time in readjusting his rifle to carry. He grabbed onto my upper arm and led me quickly back down the stairs, I had to do my best not to trip and fall on top of him. His long legs made him able to move quicker than I could. We neared the bottom of the staircase when a light flashed through one of the windows, Konig pushed me against the adjacent wall and we stood as still as statues, I didn’t dare let myself even breath.

After a moment, when the flash moved he motioned to a door slightly off its hinges. I nodded and we moved over to it, swiftly slipping inside. It was cramped and Konig pulled the door shut tight behind him, his towering form covering my back completely. He had one hand on the doorknob, and the other glove palmed the wall in front of me, his arm resting over my shoulder- fingers directly in my line of sight.

We were shoved so closely together that I could feel his heart beat against his chest, or maybe it was mine. I tried to pull away slightly, but my foot caught on the uneven floorboards, Konigs hand cupped over my mouth before I could let out any noise, effectively pulling me back into him so that I rested on his chest. My breathing quickened, and he let his hand stay over my face, but loosened it slightly so that I could breathe.

We could hear the men from outside wander in. Two of them from the sounds of it. They chattered back and forward between each other as they scoped through the worn house.

Were they patrol? Wouldn’t ghost had let us know if he noticed any guards wandering around the buildings were were at?

The adrenaline coursed through me veins and made me more frustrated at him then I probably should’ve been. There was a reason he didn’t know, or didn’t tell us.

Footsteps approached our position and I held my breath, refusing to move even an inch.

Don’t fuck up, don’t fuck up.

If I made a noise then it wasn’t just my life on the line, but Konig’s too. So I held my ground, my hand wrapped around his wrist holding on as tightly as I could.

Just as the footsteps got closer brakes squealed outside. Yelling ensued and the men ran back outside towards all the commotion. I let a breath escape me and loosened my grip on Konigs arm. He remained still, even as we heard the men load back up into their vehicles and leave. A few moments passed and my own anxiety died down, it was quickly growing hot in this cramped space.

I wiggled a bit and shifted my weight from one foot to the other, Konigs breath hitched behind me and i stilled. Did he hear something I didn’t? I waited a moment more. His gear began to dig into my back and the position we were in made me grow uncomfortable.

Practically all my weight was tossed back onto him, crushed between me and the wall I’m sure he wasn’t in the best position either.

I attempted to move again, and his hand fell from my mouth across the front of my shoulders, pulling me tighter into him.

“Konig..” I whispered, afraid maybe there was someone still lurking around outside.

“Little maus..” his voice sounded strained, and I made a weak motion to pry his arm from my chest and turn to face him. The majority of his mass covered the door anyway, so I couldn’t really escape even if I wanted to. His grip tightened again, preventing me from moving, and my kit fell from my arm, landing in the remaining space in front of me with a soft thud.

“Please, don’t move.”

I obeyed and grew still in his arms again, trying to relax my body against his so my muscles didn’t ache from all the tension. I could feel the edge of his holster strap press against my lower rib, and his mask hung over my hair, shifting only when I moved. We stayed as we were and I listened for any movement I might have missed outside, but after a couple minutes like this, there was nothing.

I shifted again, and he groaned behind me.

Then I noticed it.

Something else pressed up into my lower back, I stopped immediately and swallowed thickly.

“Konig.. is that-“

“I’m sorry.” He responded, his grip on me never failing to loosen. As if the moment he moved the string would snap and everything would fall apart.

I was going to ask if it was a knife, or another handgun he had tucked and hidden away, but the conviction in his voice made me blush redder than any burn the sun could give me.

I cleared my throat and put on my doctor voice, “It’s okay.” I began and his tension slipped if not just slightly.

I made my final move to turn to face him, met with some resistance at first but ultimately he allowed me to move.

“No I’m-“ he voiced unevenly, unsure about the entire predicament probably. My heart raced in my chest as I turned us so we were flush against each other. One of his arms remained wrapped around my back gently, the other keeping a death grip on the doorknob. Practically welding us shut in this room.

I tried to glance up to his face, but the small closet left me no room to. I’m sure his eyes were glued shut anyway. I let my hands circle around his middle, and rested my head on his chest- the strap of his gun dug into my cheek but I didn’t really mind. His entire warmth enveloped me.

“What are you doing?” He whispered, I could feel his mask shift above me as he talked.

“Shh.” I said and let my body weight press against him.

“Try to relax, Konig.”

It took another minute or so, but eventually both his arms came to rest over my back, and his chin lowered to sit on my head. We cuddled like this for what felt like hours, my feet grew sore from standing, but thankfully Konig took most of my weight.

After a while my body grew numb, and any intruding poking and prodding died down too. Reluctantly I slowly pulled back, supporting my entire body weight back onto my own two feet. Konig sighed but let me pull away, and I felt incredibly colder outside of his arms.

I wanted to say something, anything that would help ease the tension that stood between us, but words were lost on me. He also said nothing as he reached for the doorknob, there was a moment when his eyes tipped over to me, and I thought he would say something, but he instead shoved the door open. The entire thing practically crumbled under his force. We spilled out into the hallway and I took a second to steady myself. Konig went back up to the roof to retrieve his case, and I made my way outside cautiously.

Tire tracks sat heavy in the sand, and trailed off behind the building towards where the lights I saw earlier were. I heard as he approached my side, silently. He ticked the radio back on and mumbled something I couldn’t hear. Prices voice rumbled back over the static and instructed us to meet him at the nearest regroup location.

Without a glance back at me he started off in one direction, opposite of where Soap and Price had disappeared before. I followed the path he set, and a new feeling of uneasyness found it’s way back to sit heavy in my stomach. Being given the cold shoulder didn’t feel good, suddenly I regretted any of my actions.

I chewed on my lip, should I say something?

I hesitated, “Where-“

“Safehouse.” Konig replied, without missing a beat. As if he already knew the question I was going to ask. I nodded to myself and kept my head down, watching only his boots and my own feet following them. The strap of my bag digging into my shoulder.

About three miles later we arrived at an old warehouse. There was a gap in the chain fencing that we both squeezed through, my smaller frame a lot easier then Konigs. He unlatched the side door and it creaked open in front of us.

The ceilings were high, and a loft sat overlooking the main area. A couple smaller rooms were boxed off to the right, probably offices at some point. The rest of the space was empty, save for a table that sat directly in the middle. A map and some other random papers littered on top of it. The place looked like it hadn’t seen the presence of anything in years. Sand and dust filled in through the cracks in the windows and left piles of the stuff below the frames.

We were the first ones here.

Konig climbed the steps as if he’d been here a hundred times. I followed him up and he settled on a torn red couch, unloading his heavier equipment and tossing his case onto the ground. I dropped onto my duffel bag and watched as he worked.

His fingers were long and easily disassembled his rifle into three large chunks. He placed them back into his case and latched it back up, finally taking a moment to look over at me.

He spoke first.

“Are you alright?”

If I wasn’t exhausted from the hike in the dunes, and muscles tense from our earlier encounter I probably would’ve had half a mind to give him some attitude. But I was tired, and he was my comfort.

“No.” I choked out.

He immediately rose and it took him two strides to reach me, arms returning around my frame and enveloping me completely. I let a huff of frustration escape me.

“Tell me what’s wrong, Maus.” I fisted at his vest, pushing my head into where his neck met his chest. His kneeling position made him the perfect size for me to ball up into.

“I’m tired, Konig. I’m not fit for this.”

His large hand smoothed my hair back and the movement instantly calmed me. I sighed heavily against him and pushed myself off.

“Sorry,” I mumbled, “It’s fine- I’m fine.”

His eyes searched mine, and he kept his arms lazily looped behind my back. I was looking down at him slightly from this angle. Though there wasn’t much light in the space, I could read the contours of his eyes and brows perfectly. He was worried and it tore at my heartstrings.

The last person to look at me like this…

The photo in my breast picked burned hot and I tore my eyes away from him.

He glanced down between my lap and back at the couch, then his palms flushed against my back as he ushered me over to the couch. In all honesty it was torn and battered and didn't really look that comfortable. Konig sat first, and opened his body up to mine so that I fit right in between him and the back of the couch. I was wrong, it was warm here. I could feel my lids pull heavy on my eyes.

Warmth surrounded me and my shoulders burned less when I woke, my body practically jerking me awake. Konig already had his eyes on me, of course. His entire body blocked most of my view to the warehouse but I could tell it was still dark out. I tucked my arm under me and a deep sigh escaped me.

“Sleep more, little Maus, I will wake you when we need to leave.”

I shook my head, his accented voice sending pleasant pulses through my body.

“I just woke up.”

“You were only asleep an hour, maybe.” He hummed. His right arm had fallen over the two of us as I slept, and I noticed he ditched his helmet and armored vest. The mask still hung between us though. Evident of where his trust stood.

I didn’t say anything about it, but I rolled my cheek over his chest. He was so damn warm, it was an embrace I never wanted to leave. It was like the dangers that lurked and loomed outside didn’t seem so intimidating under his presence. I let my eyes fall close again and pressed tighter against him. He stiffened.

“Am I too close, Konig?” I voiced, needing some kind of confirmation that this kind of thing was okay. Obviously it teetered some lines, and I didn’t want to do anything he wasn’t comfortable with. The pit in my stomach hoped he would answered how I wanted him to, though.

His arms tightened around me and he bent his face down into my hair. “You cannot get close enough, Maus.”

The tension that filled the air around us settled into something heavier.Konig felt like a brick wall, and me just a puddle of sap in his arms. I gingerly placed a palm over his abdomen and I could feel the muscles tense and flex underneath. He was so quiet that I thought he might’ve fallen asleep if it hadn’t been for the fingers twitching behind my back. I craned my neck to look up at him. His eyes drooped to mine, expectant.

We stayed like that, staring at the other for an eternity before he moved, shifting me under him as gently as he could. I felt incredibly tiny as he hovered over me like this, forearms either side of my head. His mask hung down and brushed against my neck, the black balaclava he wore under it more apparent through the holes. He caught me staring at it so he raised one hand to pull it off, I shot an arm up to stop him, our fingers intertwining.

“It’s okay- you, you don’t have to.”

His eyes crinkled as he laughed. It was one solid ‘ha’ before he pulled it down and tossed it over the arm of the couch behind me. He still donned the balaclava, but seeing his face outlined as it hugged him tight made my stomach flip. His brows were light and thick, and his nose was large, the crook of it pressing out against the tight mask. His eyes traced my face equally and settled on my lips. There was hesitation in his eyes, and I shared it. Was this really alright?

His eyes searched mine asking that same silent question, and I felt compelled to nod slightly, stretching my neck out to meet his face.

It was chaste, and I felt silly for entertaining the idea of kissing him through his mask, but as the fabric pressed up against my lips, all of that inhibition was lost. I caved and folded my hands up to his cheeks in order to pull him closer. The stitched seam at his nose scratched harshly against my face when he pulled away to bury himself into my neck. Tension faded from his upper body and he pressed most of his weight down onto me comfortably. It would’ve been smothering if it was anyone else.

I could feel the heat from his face radiating through him. A mix of embarrassment and tension.

“Scheiße Liebling,” his voice was muffled and strained as he spoke into my neck. “I can not stay away from you.”

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I felt it again, his hardness pressed deep into the crevice of my hip. Heat centered in my core as he spoke, slipping in and out of German.

My face flushed and I turned my head from him as he rose up slightly. He shifted onto one side, pulling up the bottom of his mask to sit snugly over his nose. The cut he got earlier this week was practically nonexistent now. If the skin of his face hadn’t been so pale I probably wouldn’t have noticed the faint red scratch. And his lips..

His tongue flicked out to wet them and I couldn’t help but stare. He must’ve shaved recently, because the bit of stubble I saw from before was gone completely now. Had he planned on this? No, it was probably more comfortable for him to stay clean shaven under the mask. The skin just under his lips were raw, and I wondered if he had a habit of biting them.

When he settled back down over me, he hid his face in my neck, leaving small pecks and nips at the soft skin just under my jaw. I sighed and wrapped one hand around his neck, trying to pull him impossibly closer. The other went flat against his stomach, and I traced the hard muscle down. My fingers itched over the metal clasp of his belt and his hips twitched down into me suddenly, his hardness digging roughly as the end of my shirt slipped up.

“Maus,” he groaned out, snapping a hand over mine just as I palmed him through his pants, squeezing my fingers together tightly. He held our hands there for a moment as he tried to calm down, his breath rapidly growing harsh and uneven. I rolled my palm from the base to its fingers, grabbing as much of his length as I could through his zipper. He whined and detached his hand from over mine, settling it on my hip and letting me move as I wanted. I smiled in small victory and moved to unclasp the belt, twisting my hips up to give us more stimulation.

Konig slowly started to become a mess above me, and I was enjoying every second.

I pulled his zipper open with my fingers and palmed him through his briefs. The two belts he wore left little room for me to pry open his pants any more, so I had to settle on tugging him through his boxers. His hips jutted down into my hands again.

“Liebling..” he gasped out, grinding into me harsher- unaware of how his bigger physique could crush me in a matter of seconds. The weight felt good, however, and it wasn’t much of anything I couldn’t handle. He nipped at my neck again and I moaned with him, fumbling to pull his manhood out of the window of his boxers.

“Maus, please” his pitch rose again when my hand met his skin. He rolled his hips down into mine and pinned my hand there, flat between our bodies.

“Konig I can’t,” I wiggled my fingers against his flesh, it burned hot against my skin.

“Please,” he whined, face buried as deep as it could go in my shoulder. “It’s too much.”

I slowed, coming to a halt. He huffed heavily above me when I did. Was I hurting him? My movements were unpracticed and probably juvenile, I was inexperienced with touching men so intimately but I didn’t mean to be so rough.

“I’m sorry, does it hurt?” I hadn’t expected my voice to be as gravely as it was.

“It aches,” I felt bad for a moment before he began to grind down into me again, “Liebling, I can’t take much more.”

Then I quickly understood what he meant when his thrusts grew sloppy. I wasn’t hurting him, I was in fact making him feel the very opposite. My lips parted and I panted with him, resuming my movements. I tried to wrap my hand around his length, but because of how closely he was pressed against me I couldn’t do any more than follow his jerks with my palm.

His face finally rose from my chin and he left sloppy kisses up my cheek to the corner of my lip. His hooked nose pressed against the contours of my face when he moved down to find my mouth.

They were like velvet, his lips brushed mine lightly, non-committal and hesitant. His breath fanned my face and as I pulled my free hand up to the back of his neck- I could feel heat and sweat rise off him. His moans muffled into me when I pulled him down closer, forcing our lips together in a proper kiss.

We were both inexperienced and sloppy, but my skin pricked with heat nevertheless.

He pulled away suddenly and smacked a shaky hand against mine once more.

“W-wait liebling I-“ but it was too late, his cock pulsed against my hand, spilling hot and thick into my palm.

He whined out again and his body went stiff, save for the forearm that shook and quaked beside my head. His breath fanned my fave with heavy pants, and I was so surrounded by him that I swore I could smell his aftershave.

There was a breath before he spoke again.

“I’m sorry,” he pulled away and reached down for my bag. Pulling out a thin gauze pad he knelt above me and tucked himself back into his boxers before I could even get a glance at it. He wiped at my palm, cleaning the sticky residue from my fingers and at the bottom of my shirt where it came untucked.

“Scheiße,” he cursed again. “It’s on your shirt.”

I swallowed thickly, watching his mouth move as he talked made me want to kiss him again. His lips were bright red and raw. His eyes searched mine when I didn’t reply, finding them already staring at him. With his mask hitched up I could see the blush that ran up his neck, I wished I could see it on his cheekbones too.

He bit at his bottom lip under my stare, a nervous tick. I was right.

“What? You can stare your fill at me but I can’t look at you?”

He tossed the gauze pad aside and returned to his position above me, lips just slightly grazing mine.

“You can look at me if you like, Maus. But I want to be the only one you look at like this.”

My stomach twisted in a knot when his eyes bore into mine, looking for something I didn’t know if I could provide him with yet. I grew uneasy and evaded his gaze. His arms scooped me up easily into his lap, and I hid in his chest as he moved us in the corner of the couch. His hands rubbed at my back soothingly and it gave me a minute to calm down properly. I folded my legs between his, and turned so that my right side was flat against his chest, my head tucked just under his chin.

It was easier to talk to him like this, when he wasn’t looking so deep inside of me I felt like he could see my very soul.

“You said before you couldn’t stay away from me.”

He hummed in recognition, trailing a hand down my side and settling it on my hip.

“What did you mean?”

His fingers slowed and circled my exposed skin gently as he thought through his answer.

“You are in my head, all the time.” He sighed out, “And when I see you, it is like you are the only important thing in the room.”

He spoke and I’d be lying if I said it didn't pull at my heartstrings. I suddenly regretted asking the question. His hand snaked down my stomach and his fingers hovered over the waistband of my cargos. My body quickly grew warm again, and the skin where he touched sent shocks straight through my nerves.

“You surround me completely little Maus,” his hand dropped to my inner thigh and he squeezed the muscle there. My mouth parted and I snapped my knees shut, trapping his hand where it was, preventing it from sliding any higher.

“W-what does that mean? You keep saying it.” I tried to speak, and attempted to distract his wandering hands. He lost his gloves some time ago, and his pale hands were starch against the dark of my jeans.

“It is something my father called my mother.” He mused, as if it were the simplest thing in the world. That was the first time he’s ever mentioned his personal life to me. I mulled the sentence around in my head.

His palm massaged my thigh and the motion relaxed them some, he took it as a sign for him to continue. He swiftly snapped open the button to my trousers and centered his palm over my core, pressing into me gently. My back was to him at this point, and I was at his mercy in his lap.

“Verdam-“ he began, choking back a heavy groan. “You’re so wet.” He said a bit too loudly for my taste. A blush rose to my cheeks and I rapidly grew embarrassed. I tried to wiggle from his grasp, but he bound his other arm around my waist and pulled me back into him.

“I’m sorry,” he half-laughed out. “Let me return the favor.” His fingers probed at my entrance through my underwear.

“Hmm?” He prompted again, waiting for a response from me before rubbing his fingers up and down my slit. He found my clit through my underwear and circled it lightly with two fingers.

I nodded and he quickly flipped us again, so my back was once again on the couch cushions, and he hovered over me for only a moment before he moved down my body. Trailing kisses against my lower stomach and nipping at the corner of my thighs. I couldn’t help the moan that escaped me when he pressed his face up against my core, pulling my pants down completely and tossing them to the side. His fingers pulled at the damp cloth covering and inched it to the side, kissing my puffy lips and my hips involuntarily raised to meet him more.

“Konig.. konig,” I breathed, hand settling over his head and pulling him into me. My skin pricked as I teetered on the edge, one word from him and I knew I would fall apart completely. One of his fingers slipped through me, and rubbed it against my folds gathering up all my slickness before sliding inside of me. His fingers were long and thick and they reached further inside of me than I ever could.

“That’s it maus, just feel good.” He mumbled into my core, the vibrations shooting all around me.

I moaned and threw my head back as his mouth found my clit, sucking and licking at the swollen head I trembled underneath him. He flattened his tongue to lap at me more vigorously. Another finger joined the first and he rubbed the inside of my walls with so much intensity that my thighs began to shake. My core tightened as he coaxed a quick orgasm through me. He curled upwards and the moment the pads of his thick fingers brushed against that sensitive spot inside of me, I came undone.

Tension left my body in rapid waves and I wasn’t even aware he was still talking to me until I started to come down. He continued to attack that little spot inside of me, tongue brushing every sensitive fold until it was too much and my eyes started to water. His tongue dipped in to taste me at my deepest. The muscle was thick and hot and I felt as it move inside of me.

“Okay! Okay,” I slurred and attempted to tap out, but his eyes snapped up to mine, a hungry and desperate look in his eyes. He only pulled away enough to speak clearer to me, fingers replacing his mouth once again.

“One more maus, please,” his finger quickened their pace and the end of his thumb found my clit again, playing with it in circles. “Come one more time for me, Liebling. Bitte, I want to feel you.”

It was the sweetest kind of torture. The Konig I knew from before was totally gone here, lust-drunk and pleading, he worked to pull a second orgasm from my body. I tried to shake my head and my fingers itched over his jaw, pulling his face close to mine in a desperate kiss.

“I can’t- there’s no way.” I whined and rutted my hips up into his, fingers never slowing and his pace completely relentless. He kissed me with more ferocity, and bit at my bottom lip, sucking it in between his teeth. I groaned and squeezed my eyes shut, another wave of pleasure crashing through me as he rubbed his fingers erratically against my inner walls.

“I know you can, come for me liebling.” His pleas sounded as desperate as mine and I couldn’t do anything to stop another orgasm from racking through me. My entire body shook as it tore through the pit in my stomach, gushing over his entire hand. My embarrassment flooding with it. If we hadn’t made a mess before- we definitely did now.

He gently pulled his fingers from me and sucked both clean in his mouth. My face cringed and twisted, and he lowered his lips back down to my neck to leave more sloppy kisses.

“Why do you make that face?” He questioned, continuing to feather me in light kisses.

I shrugged, by body too tired and too worn to trust any coherent response to come from me.

“You are so sweet, my little maus.” He rose slightly and palmed over my core gently, replacing my underwear to sit properly over me again. I twitched under him. “So tasty, Schätzchen.” He muttered mostly to himself.

Reaching over, he grabbed my cargos and helped me put them back on over my boots, buttoning the top for me. I was nearly ready to fall asleep all over again, I wish I knew where he found his energy.

Konig lifted me into his arms again, and seated us onto the less torn side of the couch. One hand in my hair, and the other along the back he spoke words to me in half-English, half-German before my eyes dropped shut once more, all my remaining energy leaving my body.

#könig is my babygirl #when you have to stop writing half way thru to Jill off #mutuals you didn’t see that #down atrociously bad #könig #könig smut #könig call of duty #könig x ofc #könig x origional female character #shameless smut #call of duty #call of duty smut

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Hi 💖 so last weekend I went on a trip to Germany with my beautiful mutuals and my gf and OBVIOUSLY we had to check if they had any energy drinks we hadn't tried yet. They had SO MANY. Brands we had never heard of before! Disgusting flavours! Beautiful packagings! For a couple of days, we had it all.

Here is us trying to fit everything in our bags. So I'll be doing these rapid fire because I have so many of them. Here are the first 6:

Booster Original Energy Drink XXL: A beautiful proposition. The packaging immediately caught my eye, it looks like a can of washing powder, it looks like Vanish Oxi Action, it looks like detergent. I love it! The taste is nothing surprising but a very nice take on the classic energy drink favour. The price-performance ratio is great, this was 79cents!! Germany!!! 4/5 stars, would definitely buy again if it was readily available. A staple.

Gönrgy Blueberry Coconut: First of all the name sucks. Right under the name it says "G stands for Gönnen" which is?? If you have to literally spell out what the name of your brand refers to, it sounds like you aren't off to a great start?? It also sounds stupid. The packaging looks like they were going for something different, trying to reach a new audience, but this just is not swag. Yeah the colour is nice, but it doesn't make up for the fact that the flavour is terrible, blueberry does NOT pair well with coconut, and the both of them obviously pair terribly with the energy drink flavour. The whole thing tasted like soap, the blueberry was barely there, and this was a very rare DNF for us. 0/5 stars, an epic fail.

Flying Power X-Treme Watermelon: nothing to write home about. It wasn't bad, but didn't taste of watermelon at all, and considering Monster and Rockstar both already offer decent watermelon flavours, you can't just stand there and offer nothing new to the game. The ingredients revealed it was mostly concentrated apple flavoured, which explains a lot. 2.5/5 stars, already forgot about it.

dm's Sportness BCAA Drink: a scam. I mean it was good, and tasted like lime lemonade, but it really looked like an actual energy drink but it actually didn't contain any taurine 😭 I feel betrayed. It still gave us plenty of B6 and Niacin, which is always nice. 3/5 stars, thanks for trying.

(you will notice a Flying Power Zero in the background, I won't review it because after trying it we're suspecting it to be the exact same recipe as the Golden Force but with another name and packaging 🙄)

Black Cat Energy Drink: An absolute slay. First of all I love when they have to find new alpha male animals to use for new brands since bull, tiger, rhino, gorilla, dragon and scorpio are already taken. This drink is the absolute winner of our German selection so far. No stupid novelty flavour, no crazy over the top carbonation experiences, just a beautiful energy drink flavour, perfectly executed. Perfect sweet to sour ratio, perfect carbonation, beautiful can. This drink has what every energy drink wants. It's an instant classic for me. It's got a ridiculous amount of B12, B6, B5 and Niacin, it's got a black cat on it, it's sexy, it's a winner's drink. To me, it's up there with the Rockstar Energy Original. If I was German, this would be my daily routine. 5/5 stars, a true alpha male drink for the whole family.

And that's it for now! 💪💯🚀 the grind never stops!

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k0rvy · 2 years

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112322 | Week 1 Day 4 of Langblr Reactivation Challenge by @prepolyglot

Day 4: Create a vocab list for one of the topics you created yesterday, if you want to make more, feel free to make as many as you like! Share your list and reblog other people’s lists. And most importantly, make sure you study these words!

Chinese/Japanese/German/English

蔬菜 - shū cài / 野菜 - やさい / Gemüse / Vegetables

西红柿 - Xīhóngshì / トマト / Tomate / Tomato

洋葱- Yángcōng / タマネギ /Zwiebel / Onion

姜 - Jiāng / ショウガ / Ingwer / Ginger

土豆 - Tǔdòu / じゃがいも / Kartoffel / Potato

蘑菇 - Mógu /キノコ / Pilz / Mushroom

黄瓜 - Huángguā /キュウリ / Gurke / Cucumber

蒜 - Suàn /ニンニク / Knoblauch / Garlic

肉 - Ròu / 肉 - にく/ Fleisch / Meats

猪肉 - Zhū ròu / 豚肉 - ぶたにく/ Schweinefleisch / Pork

牛肉 -Niú ròu / 牛肉- ぎゅうにく / Rindfleisch / Beef

鱼 -Yú /魚- さかな / Fische / Fish

鸡肉 - Jī ròu /鶏肉 - ときにく/ Huhn / Chicken

香肠 - Xiāngcháng /ソーセージ / Würstchen / Sausage

虾 - Xiā / エビ / Garnele / Shrimp

蟹 - Xiè / カニ / Krabbe /

水果 - Shuǐguǒ /果物 - くだもの / Obst / Fruits

苹果 - Píngguǒ / リンゴ / Apfel / Apple

橙 - Chéng / オレンジ/ die Orange / Orange

梨 - Lí / 梨 - なし / die Birne / Pear

西瓜 - Xīguā / スイカ / die Wassermelone / Watermelon

柠檬 - Níngméng / レモン / die Zitrone /Lemon

葡萄 - Pútáo / 葡萄 - ぶどう/ die Trauben Grapes

日用品 - rì yònɡ pǐn / 日用品にちようひん / Die täglichen Erfordernisse / Daily Necessities

香皂 - xiānɡ zào / 石鹸 - せっけん / die Seife / Soap

毛巾 - máo jīn / タオル / das Handtuch * Towel

洗洁精 - / 食器用洗剤しょっきようせんざい / Geschirrspülmittel / Dish washing liquid

卫生纸 - wèi shēnɡ zhǐ /トイレットペーパー / Toilettenpapier / Toilet paper

牙刷 - Yáshuā / 歯ブラシ / Thootbrush

#german #german vocabulary #langblr reactivation challenge #langblr challenge #langblr #japanese langblr #日本語の勉強 #language learning #日本語勉強 #日本語 #polyglot #language #studyblr

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haljathefangirlcat · 23 days

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Sidonius Apollinaris mentions that Burgundians and other early medieval Germanic peoples used butter as a soap/hair conditioner/perfume (in lieu of things like olive oil). This makes reading about the splendor of the Nibelungs in Volsung Saga and Nibelungenlied hilarious for me. Imagine all your favorite characters sitting around getting butter facials as part of their daily beauty routines.

Heh, I always loved that that little piece of trivia!

Stephan Grundy actually references it a couple of times in his books... even if, unfortunately, his Burgundians think of it mostly as an old-fashioned thing no one really does anymore. But they do think stuff like "so-and-so's mustache was shining like they'd slicked it with butter in the manner of the ancestors," which is still pretty funny.

#ask #fate-magical-girls #nibelungenlied

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xylophonetangerine · 3 months

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I have not been able to stop occasionally visiting this blog ever since I found it. It's written by a retired Finnish man who started it on 1 January 2011 to document being treated for leukaemia and he still posts detailed daily reports about the extremely mundane events in his life but in a way that I find just fascinating to read. It's rare to get such a direct view into the life and the thoughts and feelings of a stranger. He also posts about his health, his projects, his philosophical thougths, learning Russian, his dreams, and his interest in the German soap opera Sturm der Liebe.

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maelstrom007 · 1 year

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"Pavlov and His Dogs" - Pt. 1

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x Male!OC (Markus 'Pavlov' Cooper)

Summary: New recruit Sergeant Markus 'Pavlov' Cooper joins the 141 as a K-9 specialist. Can Ghost keep his mouth shut? Or will his snide remarks make him the object of Markus'. . .special attention.

Word Count: 2.5k

Tags/Warnings: Descriptions of military dogs in training and involves a dog biting a padded arm guard, do not interact if that makes you uncomfortable. Currently SFW, although some installments in the future will have NSFW content which will be tagged accordingly.

A/N: Not currently posted to AO3, you guys get to see this first! Markus Cooper is a new OC that I invented for the sole purpose of this fic, but he may come up more often if I end up liking writing him. Please let me know your thoughts on this chapter, as it is the first fic writing I've done in a long time. I'd love to hear your guy's thoughts on where to take the story next, or anything else!

Masterlist: Here

*Do not republish my works to another platform without credit and permission from me*

Ghost’s boots had barely hit the tarmac before Price was greeting him, “Ghost, glad to have you back. Trust everything went smoothly?”

“Aye sir, like butter,” Soap said, revealing himself from behind Ghost’s bulk as he caught up with his long strides.

Ghost hummed and nodded an affirmative. It was one of those missions where it was easy, but relaxing for even a second could jeopardize everything they’d been working towards, and his emotional and mental reserves were at their limits. All he had to do was make it through their de-briefing, and then he could finally relax.

“There’s someone I’d like you two to meet,” Price continued, turning on his heel and beginning to walk back the way he’d come, not even checking to see if they were following.

“Guess we’re not done yet huh L.T,” muttered Soap, clapping him on the bicep and starting to walk away, “Let’s see who the old bugger want’s to show us”.

He sighed, steeling his resolve and began following in their wake, catching up with them quickly. If Price noticed Ghost’s grumpy aura, he didn’t comment on it, and Soaps mindless chatter filled the space enough for the both of them. Before they even reached the main doors, the distant sounds of. . .whistles? pierced the air. They were sharp, high pitched, and for all intents and purposes sounded sporadic and chaotic.

“The fucks that,” Soap said, finally picking up on the sounds as well.

“S’ a fuckin migrain in the makin ‘s what it is,” muttered Ghost, “that your surprise Price?”

“Sorry it’s not wrapped up in a bow for ya Ghost, I’m sure you’ll understand.”

The whistling sound grew louder and louder as the trio rounded the outside of the compound towards the yard, and with it came the accompanying sound of barking dogs. Ghost hadn’t heard that sound in a long time, what with always being deployed and the 141 rarely, if ever, working with dogs. They turned the final corner, the yard coming into full view and finally revealing Price’s surprise.

The yard was a wide open space, covered with mainly dirt and the barest shrubs of grass that managed to survive the daily trampling and abuse. There was a semi visible track that was made purely from the consistent path made by soldiers during morning conditioning. The center featured multiple man made obstacles meant to simulate real things they may encounter in the field, windows, stairs, tunnels, high drops, corners, essentially urban terrain. He followed Price as he continued on towards the obstacles, revealing a scene that finally put the chaotic noises they’d been hearing into context.

Naturally, the first thing Ghost’s eyes were drawn to was the german shepherd trying his damndest to rip the arm off of a poor recruit. It growled and held on tight, twisting and tugging and making sounds that had adrenaline spiking even through Ghost’s well trained gut. As the soldier twisted and was dragged along by the weight of the dog the angle changed, and he could see clearer that the soldier's arm was thoroughly padded, although the grimace on their face told him it didn’t do much to relieve the pain. The dog continued its one minded pursuit, even as the soldier gently hit them with a padded baton, seemingly simulating a resisting opponent.

Suddenly, a high pitched whistle sounded from the other side of the field. Instantly, the dog let go and began running away, despite having only just previously been growling so low and deep that it sounded like it had been possessed. Ghost’s eyes snapped to the source of the sound, and noticed a previously unseen man hiding in the shadows of a half wall in the course. The dog did not lose momentum, barreling towards the man at top speed. Just before the dog reached him he pulled a toy out from behind his back that was attached to a string and tossed it out up and to the side, allowing the dog to jump and catch it with a victorious bark. He briefly played with the dog, tugging and rough housing as he play growled and laughed his praises. In the next instant he was standing tall, giving a terse command that stopped the dog completely in its tracks, sitting down and panting happily.

“Gentlemen, meet our new operative,” Price said next to him, sounding a little smug at their stunned silence as he beckoned the man over. Ghost was able to get a better look at him when he stepped from behind the half wall and into the late afternoon sun. He could already tell that he was tall, not quite as tall as himself, but he knew that the man would be closer to his eye height than most could ever hope to be. While his physique was slightly smaller compared to Ghost, he had fought enough people to know that he shouldn’t be fooled, especially if he had gotten this far in his career. By far the most interesting feature though, was the large, well loved cowboy hat perched atop his head. He sauntered over, stride confident and unrushed with his dog attached to his left leg like they were glued there.

“Ye know I’m startin to feel left out with all these out of reg headgears I’m surrounded by,” Soap commented, pointedly looking at Ghost’s mask, Prices bucket hat, and the newcomers cowboy hat, “Feelin the urge to go hat shoppin next time we’re on leave.”

“No,” Ghost and Price said in unison.

“Augh, yer no fun,” he muttered, scuffing the dirt with his shoe.

When the man finally reached them he reached up and grabbed the crown of his hat, tipping it and briefly nodding his head as he greeted them.

“Evenin sirs, names Sergeant Markus Cooper, and this here is Beau,” he said, absentmindedly reaching a hand down to pet Beau’s head, who was staring up at Markus as if he hung the moon.

“As you may have guessed,” he continued, “ I am a K-9 special operative. It’s a pleasure to be joinin your team.” He spoke slowly and deliberately, and with a subtle lilt to his voice that betrayed an upbringing in the southern US.

Ghost also noticed that he was right in his initial assumption about Markus’ height. The man barely had to tilt his head to make eye contact, solidly landing himself in the position of second tallest on the task force.

Soap immediately reached a hand out, “Names John MacTavish, but you can call me Soap. Yer dog’s mighty impressive.”

“Thank you kindly, we’ve been workin together for some years now. Know eachother like the back of my hand,” he said, taking the compliment with grace.

Markus then turned his gaze to Ghost, “And who might you be?” His eyes were a deep, dark brown, and his smile was wide and easy, charming and full of self confidence.

The exhaustion from the mission and the unexpected attention from this newcomer left Ghost embarrassingly slow to react. Just as he was about to open his mouth to respond, Price spoke up, patting his shoulder gently.

“This here’s Lieutenant Ghost. He’s not one to talk much, but don’t let that deter you. Soap’s certainly not.”

Markus reached out his hand this time, extending it towards Ghost, “Pleasure to meet you sir.”

This time Ghost was more prepared, and he met him in the middle, shaking his hand firmly. It was large and sturdy, and for once Ghost didn’t have to worry about accidentally crushing someone’s fingers.

“Likewise,” he murmured, and was surprised by the man's smile growing even wider.

“Well boys, shall we bring this inside? Dinner’s ready soon, and I’m sure you two could use a good meal,” Price said, leading the way to the mess.

Ghost stepped in line behind him, but quickly turned his head back around as Markus said something behind him, “Did you say something?”

Markus gave a confused little hum, before saying, “Ah, no I wasn’t talking to you. That’s Beau’s que to follow in a heel.” And sure enough Beau was diligently attached to his leg again, keeping in perfect pace with his steps.

Soap tried to imitate the sound, to no avail, which got a chuckle out of the other man, “Hah, nice try, but that ain’t gonna work. I’ve practiced long and hard to keep my commands unique, and Beau here is a very good listener.”

Ghost turned back around, content to let the other two chatter amongst themselves.

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Markus chuckled as Soap continued to attempt to mimic his commands. He wasn’t worried in the slightest. Beau was a smart dog, and Soap was massacring the words to no end, allowing himself to space out a little bit as they followed behind Price and Ghost. He could already tell that he was too invested in Ghost. There was something about his aloofness, the way his warm brown eyes peered through the holes in his mask that drew him in. What was it with him and wanting unattainable men? He needed to keep himself in check. Joining the 141 was a serious milestone in his career, and he couldn’t afford to mess it up. Despite his nonchalance earlier during their introductions, Markus had of course recognized Ghost as soon as he saw him. His reputation made sure of that. Surely messing around with a man of his caliber would land him dead or worse.

As they entered the mess proper Markus reflexively reached up and took off his cowboy hat and turned in search of a peg, but found none. Shaking his head, he rested it on his knee under the table, off-handedly releasing Beau from his heel in favor of a lie down between his legs. He ensured his legs were spread wide so that they clearly defined the extremes of Beau’s lay down, serving as a buffer between his dog and the people walking past. He’d rather get kicked in the shin or have his toes stepped on than risk Beau getting hurt.

Next to him Ghost failed to hide his scoff, “Whatever happened to no dogs at the table?”

He did his level best to hide his irritation, turning to face Ghost. They’d only just met, he’d cut him some slack, especially considering he was his superior officer, “Where I go. Beau goes.”

They stared each other down for a brief moment, but whatever Ghost saw in his eyes must have convinced him as he finally turned away. “Fine, but he better not beg.”

Markus didn’t even acknowledge the comment, shaking his head. He briefly waited for Ghost and Price to start eating before starting at his own plate, sure his mom was feeling an odd sense of pride somewhere in the world for him remembering his manners.

The silence didn’t even last long enough for it to become awkward before Soap was filling it again, “So Markus, you got a call sign yet?”

He sighed, giving an awkward chuckle as he answered, “Well, I have one that was given to me by the first team I ever been on.” He paused, “But I never knew how to feel about it.”

Soap rocked forward in his seat, leaning over the table and almost getting food all over his shirt as his eyes gleamed, “Well! Spit it out then!” Peaking out of the corner of his eye revealed a completely relaxed and unfazed Ghost and Price. This behavior must be commonplace for Soap then.

Markus sighed dramatically, “Pavlov. Markus ‘Pavlov’ Cooper.”

“Shit, isn’t that the guy that got his dogs to drool just from a bell ringin?” Soap said, mouth full of food as he continued to eat.

“Yeah, it is. He’s not the best guy to be named after, considerin how messed up his experiments were, but we don’t pick our names, we earn ‘em. I’ve always had a special bond with dogs, can train ‘em like no other. Mine are the best of the best,” he reached down to pet Beau once again, sneaking him a small morsel from his plate.

Ghost snorted unexpectedly next to him, and he turned with surprise. Markus thought that if he looked hard enough, he might be able to see wrinkles at the corner of his eyes through the holes in the mask.

“Got somethin’ to say sir?” Even he was surprised by the slightly icy edge to his voice, and Soap visibly froze across from him, eyes wide.

Ghost turned in his seat, facing him more directly. Jesus he was a big fucker, shoulders broad and commanding the room with his presence. Whatever emotion he thought he saw earlier in those eyes was gone, replaced with bored indifference.

“What, can’t be that hard to train a dog,” he said, “they’ve been bred for generations for obedience afterall.”

He sighed. This was a common misconception. Years of breeding contributed to obedience, but that meant nothing without constant reinforcement and structure. In the case of working dogs it was even worse. Without a job, an outlet, they could become destructive and more of a hindrance than they were worth.

But how to tell that to someone who seemed completely disinterested in you and your line of work?

“I can assure you Lieutenant, it takes skill and dedication to make a dog ready for war. It’s not unlike training a soldier, every person needs something slightly different to make them succeed in their field.”

“And what, you provide that something different Sergeant?”

“Yes sir I do. And if your Captain didn’t think I was the best of the best I wouldn’t be here.”

The way Ghost looked at him after he invoked Price's judgment made him wonder if that hadn’t been a mistake. But silence fell, and considering the fact that his head was still on his shoulders, he considered it enough of a win.

Like clockwork, Soap filled the silence, “You mentioned soldiers earlier, ya think you could train some funny responses into people Pavlov?”

“S’not how it works Johnny. People are much smarter than dogs, wouldn’t work on them,” Ghost said dismissively.

Markus let the conversation fall away from him, letting Soap entertain himself with this new line of thought with Ghost. The man continued to not entertain the idea, keeping his responses short and dismissive as he absentmindedly ate his food. It was amazing how infuriated he was at the man's ability to close himself in behind a metaphorical brick wall, letting nothing get in or out. This man could afford to be dropped down a few pegs.

Markus returned to his food, hiding a small smirk as wheels began to turn in his head.

He had some experiments to run.

#cod mwii #cod mw2 #simon ghost riley #simon riley #simon ghost riley x male!OC #male!oc #cod fanfic #mw2 ghost #maelstrom007 #Pavlov and His Dogs #cod ghost #cod ghost fanfic #Markus 'Pavlov' Cooper

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