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Their Deadly Flower - Fourteen

(A/n: With the end of the fic drawing near, I'd like to take a moment to tell you all how much I appreciate everyone's support on my first fully released writing project. It really does mean the world to me and gives me the motivation to continue writing(Even if it's a slow process). I love you all, my Lovelies.)

Pairings: Ghost X GN!Reader, König X GN!Reader

Warnings: Heavy violence, mentions and depictions of torture

Prolog - One - Two - Three - Four - Five - Six - Seven - Eight - Nine - Ten - Eleven - Twelve - Thirteen - Here - Epilog

Bloomed in Poison - Prolog

Ghost’s tired eyes widen at the sight before him. An angel had stepped into the room, covered head-to-toe in blood-soaked tactical gear. Bright white light illuminates the figure as they step further into the dimly lit room, though that could have just been his mind slipping further into madness. The lack of sleep and immense amount of pain he’s been put through have done some strange things to his head. He often found himself talking to conjured images of his team, telling them how much he missed them and needed them, only for them to disappear seconds later.

Iris had been a particularly common and vivid hallucination. Popping up at least twice an hour to let Ghost know how well he was doing or to tell him he just needed to hold on a bit longer. Everytime it happened, he’d keep himself from blinking for as long as possible hoping to prolong the visit from his conjured lover and the brief reprieve it gave his broken mind. Even now, watching as Iris approached him with tear stained cheeks, the only thing he could focus on was keeping his eyes open to keep the illusion here with him.

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Gone. She’s just gone. The moment you think you have the leverage to get Ghost and König back it all disappears. Rain had somehow vanished from the base, though you’re certain you saw her just a few hours ago in the mess hall. Maybe it was just bad timing and she had slipped out of the base just before you’d put the pieces together. Or maybe she’d seen you rushing down the hall looking like a madman on your way to tell Price. Either way, the lockdown and search of the premises had turned up nothing. She was gone without a trace of her ever having been there.

“I can’t believe this shit,” You mumble angrily as you tighten your vest to your body, readying yourself for the suicide mission.

Soap sighs as he double checks the magazines for his rifle, clearly having had enough of this past week. “How did all go so sideways?”

You couldn’t help but feel like it was mostly your fault. Obviously, Alice had it out for you for some reason, Ezekiel made that pretty evident. All the thought does is piss you off more. Deep down you knew that it wasn’t just a feeling, it was your fault. Your men were captured, in god knows what kind of state right now, and the team was going on a suicide mission because of something you’d done to Alice. Because you wouldn’t open up and spill your secrets to your ‘best friend’ or what you believed to be your best friend at the time.

A disheartened sigh falls from your lips as you continue to ready your gear, tightening straps and holstering weapons as your mind continues to lay all of the blame on you. It doesn’t make sense. Why go through all the trouble of hurting so many people because someone you don’t even like wouldn’t open up to you? Perhaps that wasn’t her reasoning, maybe there was something else causing her completely irrational plans. Or maybe they weren’t her plans at all.

The emptiness of the halls and rooms has you thinking you may have been lied to. Or maybe you had the wrong warehouse. But that all-too-familiar magnetic buzz has you moving deeper into the building. Like a ship to a siren’s call, you lead the other four into the unknown, fearing the worst while hoping to find the source of your current hardship. Hoping, praying, pleading with whatever god would listen, to be reunited with König and Ghost. Whether you made it out alive didn’t matter to you anymore so long as you got them back where they were supposed to be.

A long, disheartened sigh escapes your lips as you glance around the last hallway. Having found nothing but empty rooms and silent halls thus far, you begin to wonder if coming here was even worth it. What a waste of time and effort you may have put into a completely empty building after all the trouble you’d gone through to get here in the first place. Suddenly all the fighting and yelling at superiors didn’t seem right anymore. The fear of being fired from the only job you want, of being pushed away from your family again settles low in your gut like brick.

Those thoughts only last a moment as one of the men taps you on the shoulder. “There,” He nods toward one of the doors on the left side of the hall. It appears to be made out of solid metal and there’s a keypad on the wall next to the handle.

Your brain fails you as you step closer to the door, all caution thrown to the wind as you grab the handle. It doesn’t budge, so you try again. And again. And again, until you're practically shaking the door free of its hinges trying to get it open. You want to cry as the magnetic pull grows exponentially stronger. You're on the verge of tears when you finally snap out of your little tantrum and pull yourself together. Now equipped with the knowledge that this door was extra secure, you take a step back and attempt to reassess the situation.

Your head shakes on its own as you stare Price right in the eyes. “I won’t.” You’re not only disobeying his orders but you’re also directly telling your captain no. If it were any other man standing not even five feet from you, you’d probably be scared to death by the mere thought of telling a superior no. But this was Price after all, and he was like family to you and understood your side. “I can’t.” Your voice shakes with unshed tears as you continue shaking your head.

Price nods slowly as he looks around at each of the soldiers standing around you both. “Alright.” He gestures to the four KorTac members. “Team two, you’re with Iris.” He steps forward and places his hand gently on your shoulder. “Lead them well. Bring ‘em home alive, yeah?”

Your eyes widen slightly as you take in the meaning of his words. Not even ten minutes ago, he’d been ordering you and all the others to climb into the armored vehicle so you could get the suicide mission over with. You’d stood there, unmoving as all the others clambered begrudgingly toward said vehicle. But you couldn’t move, you were glued to your spot stuck on the thought of your men being tortured for something that wasn’t their fault.

Now, Price is telling you to take these four men and lead them on an unofficial mission to save Ghost and König. The thought of the repercussions this could cause flash only briefly through your mind as you look over at the team of operators. “Will you follow me? Allow me to lead you through enemy territory to retrieve Ghost and König?” You nearly choke on air as they all give nods and stand at attention before you. Clearly, they’d gained quite a bit of respect for you over the past two months, something you hadn’t expected at all. Especially not after the scene that had been caused during the training for your first mission with the group.

It wouldn’t open. The stupid fucking door wouldn’t open. No matter how many different number combinations you entered, the damned thing just stayed closed. The only other way to open it would be to find a keycard with access to whatever system the electronic lock was linked to. That feels impossible considering the rest of the warehouse had been completely empty. Your hope of getting Ghost and König back was quickly diminishing as you did the only thing you could think to do, stare at it blankly.

A growl of frustration bubbles up your throat as you throw a heavy punch at the keypad on the wall, watching as it cracks in half from the force. A few sparks fly from the broken tech as it begins to short-circuit. And then you hear, like the most beautiful song to ever be written, sung by the voice of a goddamned angel. The lock clicks open as the power supply to the keypad fails.

You huff out a laugh as you slowly push the door open, revealing a long concrete staircase. The irony of your anger issues tickles the back of your brain as you force yourself not to burst into a fit of insane laughter. For years you’d been swallowing down your anger, focusing it into your work and training, and all it took to overcome this obstacle was to let yourself feel frustrated again. Maybe it wasn’t so bad to show a little aggression and anger.

You shrug at your own thoughts and usher four men to follow you down into the basement. The cool, stale air filters through your balaclava as you descend the steps as quietly as possible. You make sure to keep your eyes trained on the opening at the bottom so nothing could take you by surprise.

You're only three steps from the bottom when you begin to hear voices. Your hand shoots up over your shoulder as your feet come to a halt, signaling for the others to stop as well. Three distinct voices can be heard from around the corner, you’re able to pick up a bit of their conversation.

“Any new information from our puppets in there?” A gentle, sultry male voice questions, a small snicker following his question. A deep, gruff male voice speaks with what sounds to be agitation. “Won’t say anything, not a word from either of ‘em.”

A familiar sounding female voice chimes in, “Keep trying, one of them is bound to crack eventually. I’m willing to bet you could get the giant to talk first.”

That voice strikes an animalistic feeling in the back of your neck causing your spine to become unnaturally straight. It’s like nails on a chalkboard, raking against your eardrums in the most mind breaking ways. Rain’s face materializes behind your eyes, that all-too-familiar heat returning to your chest as you physically force yourself to stand still. The last thing you need right now is to lose what little chance you had of getting Ghost and König out of here alive.

Your breath catches in your throat as the realization hits you like a speeding truck. They’re alive. They’re here and alive. Relief floods your entire being, your shoulders loosening and jaw unclenching for the first time since they’d been taken. It feels as though you can breathe again, the stale air of the warehouse basement suddenly seeming as fresh as the ocean breeze. A small smile forms on your chapped lips, the thought of getting them out of here is the only strength you can find to hold back the tears.

The sound of retreating footsteps is briefly stifled by the gruff voice once more. “I don’t think either of ‘em will crack. Been here for a week, beaten, tortured, threatened and still won’t talk? I think it’s time to give up and just off ‘em.”

You swallow a growl that forms in your throat as you push the graphic images out of your head. You nod once and motion for the others to follow you as the footsteps continue to grow quieter. Poking your head out of the stairwell, you run your eyes over your new surroundings. Small tables and metal chairs haphazardly litter the large room. Most of the tables hold trash of some sort. Empty booze bottles and plastic cups are strewn across the stone floor. The place seems to be in complete disarray, which shouldn't be as surprising as it is.

It didn’t take long for your small group to be noticed. iver heavily armed soldiers sneaking through rooms and halls that were mostly white and light gray were bound to be spotted eventually. On top of all the other disadvantages you’d found yourself to have, you hadn’t taken into consideration that breaking the keypad might send out a security alert. So, everyone residing within the small compound was aware of, and on the lookout for, intruders.

While you’d never been a huge fan of killing people, you knew in some cases it was unavoidable. So when a few of the residents found you and your merry band of KorTac operators, your choices were to turn yourselves in and cause a ruckus, or subdue them by whatever means necessary. You all chose the latter, and proceeded to defend your freedom with swift, less than merciful deaths for anyone that tried to get in your way.

It seemed there were at least three hostiles for every corner you turned and two more for every room you looked through. Waves of people coming at your group over and over again as you make your way through what you had previously thought to be a small warehouse basement. That wasn’t the case at all though. In fact, there was an underground tunnel system tucked in the back of the original basement. Three whole underground floors, each of which contained housing units, offices, bathrooms and small kitchens. It was like moving through the equivalent of three military bases.

You probably wouldn’t have made it this far if team one hadn't shown up thirty minutes ago. All of team two had sustained minor injuries, mostly bruises, small cuts and grazes from near misses of bullets. Ammo had been running low and you were down to two of your six combat knives by the time Price, Soap and Gaz made their surprise appearance. The confusion that overtook you nearly made you dizzy, until they explained what they found. What they found being absolutely nothing, which made this elaborate base make a hell of a lot more sense.

“So, they’re alive? You’re positive?” Cautious concern and elation snake through Price’s tone as he speaks. His eyes are glued to you and the team you’d been leading.

You nod slowly, honestly uncertain of how to answer without bringing the team’s morale down. “As of an hour and thirty-six minutes ago, yes.” You hadn’t seen Rain at all during your extensive expedition of, what you now suspect is, the organization’s new headquarters. Your eyes find Soap as he works deftly to rig a small charge on a security access door. The hope being it’ll give you all a quicker and quieter way to travel around the labyrinth of never ending rooms and hallways.

Soap finishes placing the charge and ushers everyone around the corner of an intersecting hall. “Shouldn’t need this much clearance,” He shrugs as he peers back around the corner at the door. “But you can never be too safe.” He steps back behind cover and holds up the charge trigger. A small bang echoes through the hallway, causing slight ringing in everyone’s ears. “Maybe it was a bit too much?”

You snort out a laugh and follow Soap around the corner to the security door which is now blown wide open. “At least it’s open.” You shrug as you both walk into the room, monitors full of video feeds fill the back half. Your eyes widen slightly as you scan over each of the feeds, unconsciously looking for two very specific people. “Oh, God,” You gag as your eyes finally find the feed for the ‘interrogation’ rooms.

Tears fall from your lashes as you take in the horrendous sight of your men, bound and tied to chairs. The cameras face both of them directly, neither wearing their masks but both recognisable from the clothing they wore. Clothing you had seen them wearing just before they disappeared, only now it was cut open and stained the color of rust in some places. Cuts and bruises litter their bodies, fresh blood seeming to seep from their skin in places. Your stomach twists with the need to evacuate anything that may be contained within as your heart squeezes, trying to fold in on itself.

You knew it would be bad, you knew this is what was happening to them, but you could stand to look at it. Couldn’t stand knowing you were the reason for the days of torment your lovers had been through. And now, standing here, more or less fine, while they suffered endless amounts of pain, had broken you. Your usually strong exterior, your need to be fine even in the hardest of situations dissipates. The emotional turmoil you’d thought would be the end of you couldn’t compare to what they’d been through.

Guilt and disgust fill you as you think back on how bad you’d felt for yourself. You felt pathetic, nearly breaking from their absence was so stupid in hindsight. You’d been so focused on holding yourself together while they’d been here, counting on you to come for them.

They’d been paid a visit recently, that much was obvious and it made your blood boil with white hot rage. You want to shriek in anger, to wail in sadness and throw things. You don’t though, you keep it together as you knew you’d get your chance to be emotional once they were back in the confines of safety. Your eyes scan the screens once more, finding the room numbers before you turn and rush out of the security room.

The adrenaline coursing through your veins and the sound of your rapidly beating heart drowns out the calls of your team. You were on a mission and nothing would stand in your way. So they were either with you, or they weren’t.

The next twenty minutes blur in your head, flashes of the events that transpired are all that remain. Images of you sprinting through the halls, picking off the residents of the facility one by one. The cuts and bruises you’d sustained, the single bullet that had managed to hit you in the midst of the absolute rampage you’d gone on stick in the back of your head. You don’t feel them though, your whole body feels numb and you can’t think of anything but pulverizing the two people you know had a hand in Ghost and König’s torture.

You vaguely remember team two following hot on your heels as you massacred a fifth of the people on the third floor. They’d followed you without question, either having full confidence in your abilities or having that little control over themselves as well. It hadn’t really mattered to you either way, you were just glad to have some sort of backup when it came time to bust into the room that contains the holding cells.

Many well-equipped guards stood in your way, but you weren’t deterred in the slightest by their presence. Neither were the four men from KorTac. In that moment it became clear why they had followed you so willingly, all of them standing at your side waiting for you to give the order. Waiting for you to lead them into what would most likely be a bloodbath for your small, now ammo-less group.

“This will most likely end in at least one of our deaths,” You explain in a hushed voice as you glance between the four men. “You’ve come this far with me and not questioned any of my rash decisions, I wouldn’t blame any of you if this is not a risk you’re willing to take.” You swallow hard, nerves slowly wiggling their way past the wall of numbness and determination that had gotten you this far. “You’ve all done well and I commend you all for the bravery you’ve shown by blindly following my lead.” You salute them all as a show of respect, nodding in approval as they follow suit. “I’m going to turn around, you have thirty seconds to make your decisions. After that I’ll be moving forward with no knowledge of who has chosen to stay and who has chosen to go.”

You take a deep inhale and turn toward the door that would likely lead to your death. You wouldn’t make the choice for these men, you wouldn’t lead more people than necessary to their deaths for what felt like a selfish and reckless move. Your stomach churns with a mixture of respect and fear when you hear four sets of boots come to stand in a line beside you.

“If we play this right,” Horangi pipes up quietly. “We can get weapons from a few of the guards before they realize we’re even here.”

~~~~~

Blood. So much blood. Covered in it, head to toe and back again, absolutely soaked. Yours, Ghost’s, König’s, and everyone else you’d come in contact with in the past three hours. But most of it belonged to that prick who’d suggested just offing your men. It’s sticky and wreaks of iron, leaving a tingling sensation in the back of your nasal cavity. It serves as a stark reminder of the things you found out you were capable of about forty-five minutes ago and it’s the last sinsation you feel before everything around you fades to black. Your whole body ached from a hard battle your team had barely won. None of you had escaped without injuries that ranged in severity from simple bruising to bullet wounds. Through all of it the only thing keeping you upright was the hope that that vile man hadn’t managed to follow through with his suggestion.

As the last guard falls by Soap’s hand, the whole group breathes a collective sigh of relief. The room grows deathly silent as we search the fallen guards for keys to the cell that Ghost and König were held in.

You’re the first to enter the room, your feet dragging slightly as you step in and come face to face with the bruised and broken forms of Ghost and König. Your first instinct is to run up and embrace them but that thought is quickly stunted by the sound of heavy footsteps behind you. You think better of it anyway, better not to crush them in your embrace and further cause them pain. Instead you settle for a gentle caress to each of their cheeks as your team moves in around you, readying themselves to haul the two large men out of the underground compound.

On the long walk back to the surface with the team carrying your most injured companions, your eyes catch sight movement out of the corner of your eye. Your head turns just in time to catch the back half of a man trying to sneak behind a corner. Unluckily for him, and luckily for you, your eyes are sharp from years of paranoia and working with 141 and you rush to subdue the man in hopes of getting your hands on Rain once and for all.

Much to your surprise as you round the corner you find that the man is accompanied by the woman you’re after. Your heart pounds as the anger you’d recently resolved comes flooding back, mind reeling with all the ways you’d enjoy tormenting these two cretins as soon as you got your hands on them. The aching in your body is quickly forgotten as Rain begins to make a run for it. You move to follow, determined to take her down before she manages to disappear for the third time but this man, whomever he may be to her, steps in the way.

His form is larger than yours, appearing almost bodyguard-like as he blocks your path. His arms are outstretched so even if you attempt to move around him, he’d have a good chance of catching you.

Your anger turns to pure, unadulterated rage, watching over the man’s shoulder as Rain disappears around another corner in the maze of hallways. A frustrated yell falls from your lips as your eyes harden and move to the man’s less than pleasant face. “I’ll fucking kill you!” THe last word to leave your lips before you pounce on the man. Your hands find their way around his thick neck as he falls back from the sudden attack. You don’t give him a chance to react before using your grip to take the air from his lungs. Pounding his head into the concrete floor as the fire in your eyes intensifies.

For ten solid minutes you remain on top of the man. Long after the light had drained from the man’s eyes and he’d stop clawing at your wrists. Still you continue to abuse the man’s body as an outlet for your rage. All of your usual management skills are gone and the anger deep in your bones, anger from years past, spurs you on. You only stop once the adrenaline that fueled you ran out completely. Your body grows weary as your arms fall heavily to your sides. It takes every ounce of energy and strength you have left to drag yourself out of the compound to the awaiting vehicle. You collapse inside next to Ghost and König’s unconscious forms before slipping into darkness yourself.

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Their Deadly Flower - Thirteen

(A/n: Guess who's back... Me! Apologies for the hiatus. The holidays were hectic and some unfortunate events followed that kept me from updating. Hopefully, the wait was worth it and you Lovelies enjoy this chapter. I may post fourteen today as well, but it needs heavy editing before I can.)

Pairings: Ghost X GN!Reader, König X GN!Reader

Warnings: Heavy violence and torture

Prolog - One - Two - Three - Four - Five - Six - Seven - Eight - Nine - Ten - Eleven - Twelve - Here - Fourteen

“Answer me!” You demand loudly, the edge of the blade biting into the skin of Ezekiel’s left ring finger. Blood pools on the arm of the chair as you keep his hand still, the viscous red liquid seeping from the open wound where his pinky used to be. “Where were they taken?” You grit your teeth and watch him shake wildly from pain and fear. That sadistic glee flooding your system becomes stronger with every terror filled glance he casts your way.

“Fuck!” Ezekiel’s eyes are wide as he stares down at his marred hand. “Alright, alright!” He takes a deep inhale as you pull the knife back ever so slightly. “A warehouse.” His voice quivers as he looks up into your eyes, his mismatched orbs filled with an unspoken plea for mercy. “Too vague.” You growl and place the switchblade back against his ring finger, pressing down just enough to cause blood to seep from under the blade. “Specifics, Ezekiel.” You bark at him, your brows furrowing while you send a scathing glare at him.

You’ve been playing this game for far too long and you were quickly losing your grip on what little mental stability you had left. Ezekiel had been running you in circles for the last hour and half with short cryptic answers that never gave way to the information you truly needed. He was smart not to give up the information so easily, you’d give him that much. That bit of respect didn’t get him anywhere when it came to your anger however.

“Who took them?” Your gaze is set harsh as you stare at Ezekiel’s bound form, arms crossed over your chest as you wait for his answer.

“Took who?” He questions incredulously. His nonchalant attitude about the whole situation only adds fuel to the angry fire burning in your chest.

A growl bubbles in your throat and your hand strikes out before you can catch it. Your hand stings slightly as it comes to rest at your side balled in a fist. “Don't play games with me, Ezekiel. You know exactly who I’m talking about.”

Ezekiel grits his teeth as red blooms on his cheek, the shape of your hand rapidly becoming visible. “I don’t know.”

“Bullshit.” You bite out the response as you step forward and grip his face. You dig the tip of König’s knife into his neck teetering on the edge of ending his miserable life right now, answers be damned.

“Fuck you.” He barks defiantly and spits in your face.

You deliver a quick slash to his uninjured cheek before wiping the saliva from your face and grabbing him by the roots of his hair. “Who?” Though it’s a question it sounds more like an order, one of menacing intent should he choose to continue to be difficult.

He grimaces in pain and pushes his body against the back of the chair in a feeble attempt to get away from you. “Alice’s men.”

Slight satisfaction blooms in your chest, momentarily taking over the fear and anger. Fear quickly resets itself, your chest growing heavy once more as you realize you’d been right. If Alice’s men had taken them, then there was some ulterior motive. She’d likely be asking for her release in return for König and Ghost. “Good,” You speak slowly, your tone still holding that menacing threat. “Why?”

He stays silent, glaring daggers at you.

Scorching anger flares within you as his defiance comes to the surface once more. You give his hair a rough yank, forcing his head to snap backward. “Fingers or toes?” There’s a sharpness to your words that seems to motivate him to speak.

“Something about a person called Iris.” His response is followed by a pause and a look of understanding as he puts the pieces together.

You’d gone through the same song and dance with every question until you proved you were more than willing to see out your threats. Ezekiel had given you who, how, when and why before you had to take his pinky finger off for refusing to tell you where. You’d done it slowly, drawing out his pain so he could feel even a fraction of the suffering you’d been, and still are, going through. Slowly teetering and sawing the knife through the flesh and bone of his finger all while he screamed his throat raw. Pleas meant for whatever god he believed in ringing off the basement wall as you took far too much pleasure in making him suffer.

If his answer were to be believed, Ghost and König had been taken by a small group of Alice’s men. They’d been waiting in the shadows for a moment of vulnerability so they could take the two men with little struggle and no witnesses. Ezekiel had also shared that the man you’d thought was a trusted contact, was actually one of their people tasked with sending you all to this house. This, of course, means the house is no longer a safe place for you and your team, but that wasn’t something you needed to worry about at that moment.

According to Ezekiel, Alice had her own reasons for wanting Ghost and König. You’d found it odd that she hadn’t just sent her men for you if you’re what she’s really after. Of course, he could only spare a few details, as her plans were all pretty secret. She’d only let slip what needed to be known for the job to get done properly. You assume that Ezekiel being caught and tortured definitely wasn’t part of her plan.

A heavy sigh falls from your lips as you scowl, Ezekiel’s silence threatening to push you past your breaking point. “Spit it out. Where the hell is this warehouse?” You apply more pressure to the knife, reveling in the way his tear-stained face contorts in pain as the blade digs further into his flesh. It was oddly satisfying to watch someone else experience pain the way you had been for the past 56 hours.

“West,” He gasps out as he wriggles against his restraints, a desperate but pitiful attempt at getting away from the pain you were causing him. “Directly west of the town Alice was taken from.” He takes another harsh breath as his eyes flick between his bloodied hand and your face, a look of anguish in his eyes. “About two miles inland from the coast.”

Relief floods your entire body as you’ve finally gotten a location to start your search. “Thank you, Ezekiel.” You pull the knife from the open wound on his ring finger with a small but genuine smile. “It’s been a pleasure speaking with you.”

A flicker of hope flashes in his eyes as he looks up at you. “Are… Are you going to let me go now?”

You shake your head and let out a quiet laugh, amused that he thought it’d be that simple. “Absolutely not.” Knowing it’d be detrimental to leave him awake, you deliver a swift blow to his temple. Watching for a moment as he slumps in the chair and ensuring he’s out cold before darting up the stairs to inform the rest of the team what you’d learned.

~~~~~

“On me,” Price demands as he crouches low, signaling for the men to halt in their movements.

“So, what then?” You question in a harsh tone as you do your best to avoid glaring directly at your colonel. “We just leave them there? Let them be tortured to death at the hands of the enemy we’re currently after?” An angry growl bubbles in your throat but you force it down knowing it would only make him want to listen to you less than he already does.

“For now, Iris,” Your callsign falls harshly from the colonel’s mouth as he pins you with a hard stare, eyes boring through your very being as he continues. “We leave them where they are. I see no use in risking anymore of your team while trying to retrieve Ghost.” His words seem final, another nail in the coffin of the two men you hold so close to you.

You don’t miss the fact that he says nothing of König and with a quick glance to your left you can tell the other members of KorTac also take notice. A sense of unrest comes off the group as they all begin looking at each other. Another angry growl worms its way into your throat, stinging the back of your tongue with the venomous words that threaten to spew from you. Your eyes quickly find the rest of 141, taking note of the worried looks they give you. Laswell in particular gives you a look that confirms she knows what’s about to happen, but she doesn’t show any disdain for your impending reaction.

“And what of König?” You ask, your voice low teetering on the edge of dangerous as you slowly slide your gaze back to your colonel. Your chest constricts with white hot rage as you gauge his response before he can even speak.

The colonel’s face twists in confusion for a moment before he gestures to the group of KorTac soldiers. “He is their responsibility, not ours. Once the mission at hand has been completed, we’ll discuss a plan of rescue for Lieutenant Ghost.”

Red clouds your vision as he once again blows off the safety of König. You fight hard to regain some semblance of control over the anger that’s been building in you for the past five days. Every day it gets harder and harder not to jump into one of the armored vans and go get your men back all on your own. Your fear of failure and death have long since fled your being. The only two things on your mind are the men you’ve lost and how much longer they have until the potential rescue mission turns into a tag retrieval, if that’s not already the reality.

“With all due respect,” Soap’s voice cuts in before you have a chance to explode at the man in front of you. “You won’t even give us a direct explanation of our current mission, Colonel.” He steps up on your right, placing a gentle hand on your shoulder to show his support. “I think we’re owed that much if we’re expected to disregard the safety of two of our most respected companions.”

Your eyes flit back and forth surveying your surroundings as you stay low to the ground. No danger immediately presents itself so you proceed forward into the desolate hall. Old fluorescent lights flicker overhead as you make your way silently from room to room. It’s far too quiet for you to feel any sense of ease as you peer around the corner into the next room. You spare a glance behind you at the four men following your lead, all seeming content under your guidance.

“This is bullshit,” You hiss in anger as you slam open the main door of the base and storm out onto the tarmac. “There’s no fucking way he really expects us to pull that off!” Your fist ball up at your sides as you begin pacing back and forth. Your anger had reached a peak you hadn’t thought existed until your colonel gave the rundown of your current mission.

He explained that 141 and the four remaining KorTac members would be tasked with raiding the headquarters of the terrorist organization that both Donald and Alice were leading. Many questions later it was made clear that the objective was to either bring the place down completely or bring in the third leader for interrogation.

“I agree,” Gaz says in a somber tone. “It’s a suicide mission.”

You sigh heavily and stop moving. “I’ve got a bad feeling about all of this.” The scene kept replaying in your head, leaving a sour taste in your mouth. The way the colonel blew off your worry about there being a mole in the base. Someone feeding and relaying information for Alice. How else would all of these things happen so seamlessly? Sure, she could’ve planned it all beforehand, but how could she have accounted for you falling for both König and Ghost? How could she have planned for KorTac to be involved with 141 at all? If she had intended to use Ghost as leverage for her release, wouldn’t she have taken him sooner?

“All clear, Cap,” Soap states plainly as he exits the large building. “Seems we were too late. There’s barely even evidence to prove that they were here.” His eyes rove over the outside of what used to be the headquarters of the organization, though it looks to have been abandoned months, if not years, ago.

Gaz grunts as he too examines the exterior of the building. “Alice must’ve had this place cleared when we first got our hands on her.”

“Wouldn’t doubt it with all the other shit she’s pulled while being held.” Price pats them both on the shoulder as he nods in the direction of exfil. “Let’s go.”

The realization dawns on you far too late. You’d racked your brain for hours trying to piece together who the mole could be and how they’d gone under the radar for so long. Someone that was either trusted or too mundane to be suspicious, but close enough to 141 that they could readily gain information. It was so obvious, right there in front of your face the whole time and none of you had noticed with everything else that had been going on.

You bolt through the halls, legs carrying you in a sprint toward Laswell’s office where you’re positive you’ll find Price. “Price,” You say breathlessly as you slam the office door open. You stare at Price, eyes wide with urgency. “The mole,” You pause and inhale deeply, trying to get your frantic breathing under control. “It’s Rain.”

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Their Deadly Flower - Masterlist

Ghost + König X GN!Reader

Prolog

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Two

Three

Four

Five

Six

Seven

Eight

Nine

Ten

Eleven

Twelve

Thirteen

Fourteen

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Their Deadly Flower - Twelve

(A/n: Been putting off finishing this story for a while now because I've poured so much time and love into it, but I think it's time to put it to rest. Sadly, I will be finishing this story with around 15 chapters and maybe an epilogue. Hope you all have enjoyed this story as much as I have. As always enjoy this chapter, my Lovelies and don't forget to leave feedback.)

Pairings: Ghost X GN!Reader, König X GN!Reader

Warnings: Mentions of violence and torture, angst, slightly crazed reader

Prolog - One - Two - Three - Four - Five - Six - Seven - Eight - Nine - Ten - Eleven - Here - Thirteen

Ghost and König agreed on only two things. One, you meant far too much to both of them for this stupid fighting to continue. And two, they were completely and utterly fucked in their current situation.

Both men sat facing each other, bound to chairs and gagged. Their masks had been removed a few hours ago when they were placed into these godforsaken seats. The lack of facial coverings allowed both men a good look at each other’s features as they silently communicated. Using only their eyes and minimal facial expressions they’d begun to slowly devise a plan of escape.

~~~~~

Two days. It’s been two fucking days since anyone has seen Ghost or König and you are in an absolute downward spiral. Your thoughts are consumed with worry and fear. Dreadful images flooding every corner of your mind as the endless possibilities recount themselves to you, for what feels like, the millionth time today.

“Iris?” Soap’s wary voice cuts through the thoughts swirling around your brain. Concern evident in his features as he stares at you. “It’s going to be alright.” He attempts to reassure you as your eyes finally meet across the bare living room of the old house. “They’re going to be alright.”

Gaz nods in agreement with the same cautious concern in his eyes. “We’ll find them and bring them back safely.”

All three of the men standing with you had been trying to calm your nervousness and worry for the past two days. Though they should be a calming force, having been like family to you for so long, nothing they said or did had helped much at all. Not since Price had admitted that Alice had said something odd the night before your two men had been stolen away from you. “I might be here with you, but believe that there are people planning in the background, just waiting for their chance.” You were sure in that moment that Alice’s people had taken something important to you either to prove a point, or to draw you out. To get you to do something reckless, like run headlong into danger to keep those around you safe from wraith that was aimed toward you.

At first Alice’s anger was on the 141 in general for all the trouble we’d given her and her people. But after everything she’d gone through trying to get information out of you for two years, you’re almost certain it’s personal now. A vendetta against you specifically for not only wasting two years of her time but also playing a part in her capture.

“Iris?” Fingers snapping in front of your face cause you to once again jolt from your dreadful thoughts. Price’s fingers to be specific. He stares at you with an understanding glint in his eyes. He’s worried too, though he’s better at keeping calm in most situations. “Come on,” His hand rests flat against your shoulder blade, applying a little pressure as he begins leading you toward the front door. “We’ll get you a drink, calm your mind a bit and go over what we know again. I need you focused if we’re going to get them back.” His voice trails off slightly as though he wanted to add something to the end of that statement but decided not to.

Price’s words have the opposite effect of what they were meant to. If we’re going to get them back? You’d at least expected him to say something like “By the end of the week” or “Anytime soon”. You understand though. In a situation like this, when there’s no clear evidence of where they’ve gone or who had been responsible, there is no guarantee that they’ll return alive. If they return at all.

A heavy sigh escapes your lips as you step out of the house for the first time in almost four days. The light of the early evening sun burns your retinas and causes you to squint in order to see your surroundings. “Do you really think drinking is a good idea at a time like this?” Your voice comes out strained from the incessant crying you’d done over the past 48 hours. “Ghost and König are out there somewhere, likely being tortured or killed, and here we are going out for drinks.” It felt wrong even if it wasn’t for enjoyment purposes.

“If it gets you to calm down enough for a proper conversation, I’d say it’s more than worth it.” Soap comments from behind you as he closes and locks the rickety door.

You let out another sigh as you climb into the passenger seat of the car they’d come in. You weren’t going to enjoy this one bit. You’d gotten so used to drinking with Ghost sitting across from you, you’re sure you’ll break down more than once.

~~~~~

It doesn’t take long to get to the local pub, which seems more like a nightclub with the music booming in your ears before you even enter the building. The inside is dimly lit, the music getting exponentially louder as you and your three companions push past a few people lingering around the entrance. Your eyes rove over the crowd of bodies bumping and grinding in the center of the large room. A migraine begins to form in your temples as Soap grabs your arm and tugs you behind him through the crowd.

Groaning you allow him to pull you toward a small table in the back corner away from the rest of the patrons. You find it hard to pull your eyes away from the group of people dancing and having a good time, feeling almost envious of how joyful and carefree they are. You wish more than anything that you could be out there dancing and laughing with König while Ghost sits in the corner watching over you. Images of your fantasy flash behind your eyes; König’s bright eyes crinkled at the corners as you dance together a large grin on your own face as you look over to Simon whose eyes have been on you the whole time.

A harsh shaking of your shoulder pulls you from your blissful daydream. Price stares down at you intently with furrowed brows. “Welcome back to reality, care to stay for a while?” His mouth twists into a small sarcastic smile, his mustache curving with his lips as he attempts to lighten the mood a little.

You take a deep inhale, allowing the air to stretch out your tired chest before nodding slowly. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m here.” Taking in your surroundings once more you realize you’re already sat at the corner table, Soap and Gaz are sitting across from you sipping on pints of amber liquid. “Sorry, I’m trying to separate my emotions from work, I really am but-”

Gaz cuts in and finishes your thought. “But you’ve made a mess of that whole philosophy. We know.” He takes another sip from his glass as he glances around the room.

You grumble a bit as you pick up the pint that had been set in front of you at some point, draining half the glass in seconds. You can only hope it’ll help numb the emotions enough for you to focus on the present moment. You needed to know exactly what the plan was to get your men back. “How the hell are we going to find them?” Your question is followed by silence and brief glances among the four of you as you look for the others to answer.

After a few moments Price speaks up. “Well, the plan was to look for any evidence in the house and hope it’d point us somewhere.” He cocks his head slightly as he idly fiddles with the rim of his glass. “But whoever did it was more prepared than we hoped, left nothing but that handprint. Only thing we can go off of is what Alice said, but that’s not proof of anything.” He sighs and takes a large gulp from his glass, his stress and worry over the situation showing more than before. His composure only slips further the longer you all go without any answers.

You all go over the events of that morning multiple times, each of you proposing different ideas of what could have happened. None of them end up making any sense or giving way to new leads. The only thing that made sense in your mind was that Alice’s people were out for blood or her return, neither of which were comforting thoughts. Either outcome could and would leave good people injured and dead. Ghost and König likely being among the first to succumb to those afflictions.

Your stomach turns, whether from the alcohol, the thoughts, or both, you're not sure. Not that it really matters. What matters is making it to the bathroom before your drink comes rocketing from your throat and all over the table. You jump up from your seat clutching your stomach before rushing toward the restroom. You ignore the concerned looks from your companions as you race through the room, pushing through crowds of people. Bile stings the back of your throat, a sour taste forcing its way onto your taste buds as you slam the restroom door open.

~~~~~

A growl escapes your throat as you deliver another harsh blow to the man’s gut, watching with demented glee as his body tries to fold in on itself. A wheezed breath follows his pained grunt as he tugs against the bindings that hold his wrist to the arms of the old wood chair. “I’m getting tired of the games, Ezekiel.” Your voice flows through the room, bouncing off the cement walls of the basement with a bone chilling sweetness. Your eye twitches slightly as he glares at you through swollen eyelids, that same glare he’d given you just before you’d knocked him unconscious a few hours ago.

Letting out a shaky breath you tear your eyes away from the reflection in the mirror, unable to stare at your tired face any longer. It’s a clear visual of how badly Ghost and König’s disappearance has affected you and it only served to make your mind spiral further.

You make your way quickly out of the restroom and back into the loud, crowded pub. You’re about to move toward the table where your companions are seated when your gaze lands on a pair of eyes that seem all too familiar. One orb is a bright emerald green and the other is a dark, almost black, shade of brown. You don’t recognise the rest of the man’s face. Those eyes, however, they’d be recognisable anywhere. Your mind races as the pieces of this terrible puzzle fall into place.

This man standing only a few paces away from you was present at many of your negotiations with Alice. His all-too-unique eyes give him away even if he’d worn a face covering to every meeting that he’d accompanied her on. You’d done some research into her and the team she worked with to better equip yourself just in case a negotiation went sideways. His name is Ezekiel and he’s known to be one of the more dangerous members of the group.

The only question now is what the hell is he doing here? Not that you had to think too much about it after the thoughts that had plagued you for the past two days. It was glaringly obvious to you now that the theory you’d come up with about Alice was almost certainly true. She’d most likely had this as a backup plan if she was found out. But there was no way for her to have known how important Ghost and König were to you. Unless she had someone, a mole of sorts, watching you and your team.

Before you can think through your actions you’ve stepped up to the man. He’s large, not as large as König, or even Ghost, but he could definitely be lethal based solely on his build. You could handle him though, especially if he’s not as well trained as the members of 141.

His eyes move to your form as you step into his space, a quizzical and almost flirtatious look crossing his features. “Something I can do for you?” His voice is like satin, caressing your eardrums in the most spine tingling way. If he weren’t the enemy, and someone who is more than likely involved in the disappearance of König and Ghost, he’d be a nice catch.

Your mind whirls with visions of ripping his throat out with your teeth before beating him into a mass of blood and bones. You want to tell him off right there, scream at him to give back the two men you hold so precious. You don’t though, knowing it would only cause a scene and give away who you are if he hadn’t put that together already. “You’re eyes,” You manage to force the words out slowly with a small flirtatious smile. “They’re gorgeous.” The words taste like battery acid on your tongue and guilt begins to form in your chest. If you’re lucky you might be able to smooth-talk this guy into leaving with you so you can get some answers out of him.

It really was that easy. You sweet talked your way past the sour taste in your mouth and managed to get into his head. Ezekiel was all-too-desperate to be taking someone home and you were all-too-happy to follow him out to his car.

Wasting no time once the two of you were secluded in his car, you give him a sweet smile. “I would apologize for what comes next, but I have no empathy for scum like you.” You watch his brows furrow as he glares over at you just before your fist makes contact with his temple. He slouches forward against the steering wheel with a soft thump. The only thing left to do now was figure out how to tell your three companions about the reckless move you’d just pulled.

“So tell me, where are my men?” Your voice comes out low, your harsh tone accompanied by a dangerous glare. You stare him down as you slowly circle around him, a predator studying their prey.

Ezekiel lets out a low chuckle, something he’d done multiple times since you started questioning him three hours ago. It was different this time, a hint of nervousness seeping into what was meant to be a sound of mocking. “I’m not tellin’ you shit.” His voice is gruff and strained from the number of blows he’d taken to the abdomen.

It was an answer, not the one you were looking for, but he’d indirectly confirmed that he knows something about Ghost and König. Whether he was directly involved or not, you now know he has some sort of information that could be useful. A relieved feeling settles low in your belly, knowing now that you’re not wasting precious time with this unconventional interrogation.

You grin widely at him as you lean down and look him directly in the eyes, certain you look completely insane at this point. “So you do know something about it.” Excitement and intrigue lace your words as you grip his face hard in your left hand. You watch closely as his expression shifts, his brows furrowing as he realizes he slipped up. “Let’s try this again, hmm?” You straighten yourself to stand at full height as you pull out the switchblade König had given you a few weeks ago. “Perhaps I can persuade you to tell me the truth.” Your eyes linger on the knife in your grasp as you flip it open, admiring the way the blade shines in the dim fluorescent light of the musty basement.

You feel absolutely crazed, finding enjoyment in tormenting this man more than you should. You wanted answers, wanted to find your men and this insect, this pest was keeping you from that. You’re breaking, becoming unstable from the emotional distress of the whole situation. Your mind is slipping, the want to find them giving way to dark thoughts. Thoughts of all the ways you’d enjoy tearing the information from this man’s lips. All the rage you’ve held in over the years is creeping up under your skin, flowing straight to your fingertips as you play with the knife, like lightning to a rod.

Ezekiel’s eyes stare intently at the blade as he appears to consider his options. "So what, either I tell you what I know or you'll kill me?" He asks incredulously, eyes still focused on the sharp blade. "Isn't that against your code of conduct or something?" He's desperately trying to remain calm but the smallest hint of panic has worked its way into his voice, and that sends a thrilled shiver down your spine. “You’ll go to prison for this.”

A small laugh burst from between your lips. "Oh, darling Ezekiel," You coo at him as you place the tip of the blade against the underside of his chin, forcing him to look you in the eyes once more. "Do you see a uniform? A badge? Any symbol that would represent a professional bound by some such code?" Your grin widens, a maniacal glint flashing in your eyes as you watch his panic become visible. "No," You shake your head a little while pressing the knife more firmly into his chin. "Not here, not now. You see, right now I am someone looking for something important to me. And you," You pull the knife from his chin and point it directly at his face, enjoying the way his eyes widen as it nearly touches his nose. "You are simply an obstacle standing in my way. Believe me when I say I will dismantle you piece by piece until you give me the information I'm asking for."

Ezekiel's eyes flit rapidly between the blade and your face, a look of contemplation gracing his features. "You won't do it." His voice is shaky and quiet, filled with uncertainty. Whether he’s uncertain of his own words or your willingness to follow through, you’re not sure.

Your head cocks to one side as you move the blade to his cheek, swiping the sharp edge swiftly across the flesh. "Are you willing to bet your life on that?" You ask in a low, menacing tone as you force your eyes away from the streak of red on his cheek, looking to his eyes instead. You find your answer there, in his mismatched orbs. A look of pure horror echoed by the way he flinches away from your gaze. "Good. Now then," You slowly pull the knife away from his blood streaked face, wiping it clean against the leg of your pants. "You have three choices here. I can start with your fingers, I can start with your toes, or you can give me the information I'm asking for."

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Their Deadly Flower - Eleven

(A/n: Finally got some time and energy to put into my writing again. Enjoy, my Lovelies!!)

Pairings: Ghost X GN!Reader, König X GN!Reader

Warnings: NSFW (MDNI!!), highly sexual(Minors and those uncomfortable please skip to the first time jump marked by "~~~~~"), slight angst

Prolog - One - Two - Three - Four - Five - Six - Seven - Eight - Nine - Ten - Here - Twelve

You’re not sure how things got out of hand so quickly, but there’s no stopping it now. Not that you wanted to stop it, you’d been thinking about this for so long. You yearned for this moment, lusted for it for weeks on end, and now you were finally here. Your head thrown back, howling like bitch in heat while Ghost and König have their way with you. Both of them pummel into your tight entrance while you grasp for anything to stabilize yourself.

It’s all you can do to hold yourself together as you cling to Ghost’s shoulders. There was no gentleness in this moment, carnal instinct taking hold of the three of you. Your whole body bounces in Ghost’s hold as he keeps you up, his arms hooked under your knees as he thrust harshly into you. König grasps your hips from where he stands behind you, his fingers threatening to leave bruises in their wake though his thrusts aren’t as harsh. They had you trapped between them, completely at their mercy.

“Such a good little flower, you are.” König coos against your ear, voice raspy with lust and pleasure. “Look how well you take us. So good for us, Liebling.” His praises send shivers through your already trembling body as they continue pounding into you.

All you can manage in response is a needy, drawn-out moan as an all-too-familiar coiling feeling begins to tighten in your abdomen. Your body aches in all the right places with your quickly approaching orgasm. “Oh, fuck.” You whine as your eyes screw shut from the building pressure between your hips. Your back arches, your chest pressing into Ghost’s as you claw his shoulders in a feeble attempt to keep your climax at bay.

Ghost groans as he gives a particularly harsh thrust. “Don’t close those pretty eyes of yours, Love.” He pants a bit as he shifts to grip your ass, hiking your legs further up his arms. They both hit a bit deeper with the new angle, sending harsher jolts of pleasure rippling through your tired body. The feeling is blissful, toe-curling, as it rips a scream from your already sore throat. “I want you to see those eyes on me when you come undone.” He growls out. “I want to watch as we rip every last drop of pleasure from your trembling body.” He punctuates his growled statement with a few deep, hard thrusts.

You can’t think straight, your mind has completely turned to mush and your body is swiftly following it. You peel your eyes open to look at Ghost as you continue to moan and mewl. Your head spins when you find those gorgeous eyes staring back at you, full of lust and desire. Your breath hitches, a silent scream set in your features as König’s hand wraps around your waist. His hand works deftly between your thighs to stimulate you further. Your body wracks with more harsh jolts of sinful pleasure as you teeter on the edge of nirvana.

It all becomes too much, you can’t hold it together anymore. So you let go. Throwing yourself haphazardly over the ledge of ecstasy. Your climax washes over you with a blinding white heat as your body shakes harshly from the force of your orgasm. You’re only just coming out of your hazed state when you feel König’s hips snap into you harshly, rasped praises and groans spilling from him as his fresh seed drips from where you’re connected.

König leaves feathery kisses over your shoulders as Ghost chases his end. Ghost’s hips stutter as he loses himself, each sloppy thrust is harder than the last. “Fuckin’ hell, Babe.” His voice is strained and husky as he gives one final, deep thrust. His eyes screw shut, head tilted back as he gives you every drop he can muster, a whined groan falling from his lips. His knees buckle slightly as he slides himself out.

Your heated skin begins to cool rapidly as Ghost relinquishes his hold on your legs, slowly lowering them. You shiver at how empty you suddenly feel, your muscles pulsate around nothing as your feet finally hit the floor. You sway a bit as you try to make your legs work to no avail. Your whole body feels like jello and if it weren’t for König’s arm still wrapped around your waist, you’re certain you’d fall.

They help you to your cot and lay you down before both disappear from the room. You lay there and relax for a moment as you think of everything that’s happened over the past two hours. A lazy smile graces your lips as you remember the stupid joke that started it all.

“..it would give you guys time to work on this little act. You know, a grumpy old man and his anxiety-riddled wife. The kind that bicker over nothing.” You let out a small laugh as the rest of the morning plays out in your head. Admittedly, hiding in the bathroom was a terrible idea. There was nowhere for you to go and when you finally emerged they were both still standing there waiting for you. The way your heart leaped from your body as Ghost practically manhandled you into the room with your cot. They’d both antagonized and teased you for a bit before everything turned serious.

Ghost’s steady hand on your upper arm turned into both men fondling you as they raced to get your clothes off. It was such a sudden shift, you barely remember Ghost hoisting you up by the knees as the two sandwiched you between them.

You’re pulled from your thoughts by the sound of footsteps entering your room. Your eyes catch sight of the all-to-familiar skull mask as Ghost makes his way to you with a bottle of water and a protein bar. You smile at the thought of him taking care of you after what he’d just done to your body. “Thanks.” Your voice rasps a bit as you reach out and take the offered items. A few moments later König enters the room with a damp washcloth and begins helping you clean the mess on your thighs.

~~~~~.

After a few hours of rest, you decide it’s time to get up and figure out your next move. Your legs wobble a bit as you stand from your cot, your hips aching as you make your way from the room and down the hall toward the stairs. The house is eerily quiet, which isn’t abnormal but it’s still mildly disconcerting. The stairs creak under your weight as you move down them. Your eyes scan the living room, hoping to find one of your large companions. It’s empty, not a soul in sight as you lower yourself off the last step.

“Ghost? König?” You call into the still air of the house hoping for something, anything in response. You receive nothing but silence. An odd sinking feeling befalls you as you step toward the dining room. Something was off, something felt wrong, very wrong. Your heart begins to race with anxiety as you find the dining room and kitchen empty as well. You take a deep breath to calm yourself and your racing thoughts. Everything is fine, they’re probably just in their rooms, quietly relaxing as they wait for your next orders. You wanted so badly to believe that everything was fine, that they’d both appear at the top of the stairs waiting for you as you made your way back to their embrace. That wasn’t the case however. You check both of their rooms, finding them both empty aside from the gear they had stripped from themselves the night previous. Anxious fear sets in as you double and triple-check the whole house, even venturing into the untouched basement just to be certain. You scurry through the house back to your room, grabbing your radio and doing the only thing you could think to do in your panicked state. You hold back fearful, anxious tears as you radio back to main base, getting in contact with Price and Laswell. “They’re gone, just gone.” Your voice is quiet despite the urgency of the situation, almost in disbelief. How could they have just disappeared? There’s no way two large men could just disappear in a matter of hours. There had to be a reason behind it. Maybe they’d gone out for a walk or something. That wouldn’t make sense, you all had your orders and neither of them were the type to go against orders unnecessarily. “Who’s gone, Iris?” Price’s voice from the radio in your hand breaks you from your distraught pondering. “Ghost and König?” You nod absentmindedly as you stare out the front window of the house at the car you’d all come here in. “Yes.” Your voice nearly breaks as you try desperately to contain the tears threatening to flow from your tired eyes. “Ghost and König, they’re gone. I’ve checked the house three times. I can’t find them anywhere.” Your voice begins to shake with the panic you’d been trying to push down. “Alright, take a breath for me okay?” Price’s voice remains as calm as ever. “When did you see them last?”

The question he’s posed makes your heart jump as your mind goes back to that morning. The way they’d held you between them as they worked together to bring you to the brink of ecstasy. “I...” You do as Price recommended and take a deep breath, clearing your mind just enough to get out an answer. “This morning. I saw them this morning.” Your voice becomes less shaky as you focus on the task at hand. The important thing right now is that you remain calm enough to answer questions to help find them.

The radio crackles slightly before Laswell’s voice joins the conversation. “What time this morning?”

“Around ten o’clock. I took a nap and when I got up, maybe thirty minutes ago, they were gone.” Your panic begins to invade your words even as you try to force it away. “The car is still here. Their gear is still in their rooms. I-I don’t know what could have happened.” Your hands shake slightly as you stare at the radio waiting for a reply.

“Okay, Iris,” Laswell’s voice comes through again, sounding almost hesitant. “I’m going to send Price and the other two boys to your location early. I need you to sit tight, alright.”

“What about Ghost and König?” You knew it was a stupid question. Nobody knew where they were at this point, nobody would have the answers you were looking for. “I just,” A heavy sigh falls from your lips as you compose yourself as best as you can. “Okay, I’ll be waiting.” You don’t wait for a response before turning the radio off.

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Your mind races as you wait rather impatiently for the others to arrive. Pacing the house over and over as thoughts of König and Ghost flood your mind. What had happened? Where did they go? How hadn’t you noticed them leaving or being taken? A fuzzy feeling begins to form all through your body as your panic grows exponentially.

Your hands tremble as tears begin flowing from your eyes. You’re overwhelmed by all of the thoughts and feelings that course through you. You couldn’t even be sure where they were or what they were doing. They could be perfectly fine somewhere in the city, taking time to work through whatever issues they had with each other. Something in the back of your mind told you that it was a fever dream though. You’re certain they would have told you if they were going somewhere. After what feels like an eternity of pacing, you find yourself seated on the kitchen floor in the same place you’d eaten breakfast. You stare at your shaking hands as they rest your lap, contemplating what your next move will be now. Surely your higher-ups will want to continue this mission with or without König and Ghost, though you doubt most of the team will be so willing to move forward. Your breath comes in soft, labored pants as more fearful tears fall down your cheeks.

You allow yourself a moment to just feel, no thinking or planning, just feeling. Your head slowly falls back against the wall behind you. Dread, sadness and fear overwhelm your senses as you stare blankly at the old ceiling. You sit for a moment like this, taking in the sight of the cracks and cobwebs that litter the material overhead. It’s not until you take a deep, shaky breath that you notice the undeniable scent of fresh outside air invading the staleness of the interior of the decrepit house.

Your brows furrow as confusion sets in at the oddity. Your head snaps to the side as your eyes find the lone kitchen window to your left. The window glows slightly with the light of the setting sun. The soft light gives you a small glimpse into what may have happened while you were resting earlier. You jump to your feet, swiftly moving the small distance between yourself and the window. You find that it’s cracked slightly, the small opening allowing fresh air to seep into the room.

Your eyes flit rapidly over the surface of the window and the things that surround the area, looking for anything that would prove your thoughts wrong. Sadly, all it does is further confirm your fears as your eyes land on a handprint that’s disturbed the dust on the window sill. The phantom shapes of fingers clearly pointing into the house, making your fears become more of a reality. Someone had come in through this window, how far they had made it was still unclear. What was becoming clear, however, was the fact that your men had most likely been taken by someone.

Your head spins as you think through all of the people who wanted to get their hands on 141. The possibilities are truly limitless, but your thoughts halt on a very specific woman and the people she worked with. Alice. Your team still had her in holding, trying to get as much information out of her as possible before turning her over for imprisonment. Perhaps her people had been watching 141 this whole time, waiting for a moment to take her back. Your head begins to spin again at the thought of all the things that could be happening to Ghost and König right now. You know the in’s and out’s of enemy capture and interrogation and none of it was pretty.

Your mouth goes dry as you begin to sink to the floor, fearing for the lives of the two most important people in your life. Even through the heartache with Simon and the complications that each man had caused with your connection to the other, you still needed them both. You need them to be okay, to be safe and near you. Your whole being yearns for them to be right there with you, holding you and telling you everything would be fine, even if it was a lie.

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Their Deadly Flower - Ten

(A/n: Chapter Ten as promised. Enjoy, my Lovelies!)

Pairings: Ghost X GN!Reader, König X GN!Reader

Warnings: None

Prolog - One - Two - Three - Four - Five - Six - Seven - Eight - Nine - Here - Eleven

The drive to the meeting point was long and awkward. Beside you in the passenger seat König was quietly seething while Ghost sat in the back staring at you in the rearview mirror. Only two hours in and you had subconsciously chewed no less than three holes in the inside of your cheek.

You found out as you were tossing your things into the car that Ghost had requested to be part of your little mission. Price, not seeing any harm in it, had agreed to allow Ghost to head out early with you and König. Silent panic had set in almost immediately as you hadn’t had time to tell König about the interaction you’d had with Ghost yet. You had hoped to have that conversation alone with him on the way there, which wasn’t quite possible now. Thinking about it though, maybe it was best you hadn’t gone through with that plan. König was a large man, and while you didn’t think he’d ever get violent with you, you couldn’t be sure. You’d seen him angry only a few hours ago and that was not something you wanted directed at you.

The tense silence had begun to annoy you slightly. “You guys want to listen to music or something?” You peer over at König and then in the rear view mirror at Ghost, neither spoke as they glanced at you. “Ok…” You keep your eyes trained on the road as you think through your options; You could just blurt out that you had mostly made up with Ghost, but the thought of König losing his shit right next to you dissuades you. You could just leave the situation as is, but the silence and odd air in the vehicle was distracting, and that alone was dangerous. You could stop the car and tell them to hash out their problems before you get there, but you don’t really want to deal with cleaning up the fallout of them pummeling each other.

After thinking on it for a while you decide to put your playlist on and just let it run until you reach your destination. It does very little to ease the tension between the three of you, but you try to push that out of your mind, quietly bobbing your head to the music. Neither Ghost or König seemed to mind, so you kept driving, turning it up a little hoping to drown out the thoughts running through your head.

You’d been on the road for nearly 4 hours now, still listening to your music, paying no mind to the two brooding men in the car with you. Your fingers drum against the steering wheel as you sing along to your ever-playing list of songs.

Your voice dies in your throat as the music cuts off abruptly. You turn your head to look at the center console, finding your phone missing from its previous location. “What the hell?” You glance over at König, finding your phone in his large hands. It looked almost like a toy as he thumbed through your playlist. “Oh..” You move your eyes back to the road as you wait for him to finish whatever he’s doing.

A light hum comes from the hooded man next to you. “What is ‘Guy.exe’? What the hell is ‘Superfruit’?”

You laugh through your nose as you glance at him. Confusion flashes through his eyes as he stares at you. “It’s a song, if you’re that curious you can play it.” You nod at him and watch as he taps the glowing screen. You sway in your seat a bit as the song begins. You flick your eyes to the rearview where Ghost stares straight ahead awkwardly. You sing along, glancing between the road, König, and Ghost. “Six feet tall and super strong.”

A devilish grin graces your face as you hear Ghost choke on his own saliva. You snort as you catch his wide eyes staring at you, laughing outright when you see König side eyeing you deviously. The tension in the car starts to dwindle as you all begin laughing.

All hard feelings are put aside and replaced with light banter as both men start critiquing your music taste. You can’t help but laugh and play along, not wanting this little bonding moment between them to end. You enjoy the way they get along in the moment, anger and animosity left behind for the time being. They take turns playing songs from your playlist, requesting you to sing for them.

“What do I look like, a karaoke professional?” You roll your eyes, grinning from ear to ear.

König looks at you, adoration swimming in his eyes. “Come on, Maus. Bitte, just one more.” He glances back at Ghost for a moment as he speaks. “Back me up on this one, ja? It’s a beautiful sight.”

Ghost hums at König’s words. “It is. He’s right.” He leans forward, one hand on either seat as his head pokes in between the front seats. “One more, Love? We’re almost there, what’ll it hurt?”

You blush a little as the nickname falls from his lips so naturally. “My pride?” You try your best not to look at either of them. You can feel their eyes still on you as you bring the car to a stop at a red light at the edge of the city. You take your chances, glancing over at the two of them. That was a mistake, both stare at you expectantly. Your heart feels as though it’ll beat out of your chest, heat making its way to the tips of your ears.

You start second guessing all of the fantasies from before. You could barely handle both of them staring at you while you were fully clothed, you’d surely die of a heart attack before they even touched you. You groan internally as the conjured images come flooding back to you. That coiling heat begins to grow between your hips as you impatiently wait for the light to turn green.

With a huff you relent, finally speak again. “Fine, but I get to pick the song.” You glance between the two men who smile at you with their eyes. A sigh falls from your lips as you silently plead with yourself, hoping that the fire in your belly will die down before you get where you’re going. “Play ‘Bound To You’ by Christina Aguilera.” You watch as König’s thumbs tap at the screen for a moment before the soft strings and piano begin spilling from the speakers.

You focus all of your energy into driving and singing along. You direct every word at both of the men in the car with you without either of them knowing. Your mind swiftly drops the lewd images, instead replaying some of your happiest memories with them. Your secret serenade seems to capture their full attention, neither of them speaking as you continue belting out the words. “Do I risk it all? Come this far just to fall?”

You inhale deeply, the song comes to a close as you make the last turn of your drive. You slow the car a bit, keeping your eye out for the designated parking lot. You spot a small lot, empty aside from a man leaning against a motorcycle. “This is it, right?” You nod toward the lot as you bring the car to stop.

When you don’t get a response you glance over, to see if they’d fallen asleep or something. You’re surprised to find that both of them are still staring at you, an awestruck look in their eyes. Your stomach does back flips as you blink at them. “Guys?” You wave your hand in front of them. “What’s wrong with you two?” You put the car in park and turn the ignition off before opening your door and climbing out.

They both come out of their dazes and follow suit, climbing out of the car and checking their weapon holsters. You keep your back to the parking lot as you slide your mask over your head before walking cautiously to meet with the man standing in the parking lot. You keep a few paces back from König and Ghost, turned toward the street as they have a hushed conversation with the man. You keep your eyes peeled, insuring you weren’t being watched or followed. Your hand resting on the pistol holstered on your hip, ready to pull it free at a moment's notice.

The sound of light footsteps alerts you to the end of the conversation. You peak over your shoulder seeing Ghost and König walking up to you, shoulder to shoulder. You catch the end of their quiet conversation as they stop by your side.

“It’ll have to do. May not be huge, but it’s something.” Ghost glances down at you as he finishes speaking to König. “I’ll drive, it’s not far.” He holds his hand out, silently asking for the keys. “Small abandoned house just north of here.”

You pull the keys from your pocket, placing them lightly in his palm as you start walking back toward the car. “How small is small?”

Both men chuckle as they follow you to the car, but neither answers your question.

~~~~~

You grimace a bit as you stare at your new home away from home. In front of you stands a quaint family home long since abandoned. Mint green paint cracked and peeling, vines have overtaken the whole right side. The windows are boarded and shuddered, broken glass scattered across the overgrown path to the side gate. The front door hangs crooked on its hinges, one harsh gust of wind away from ceasing to exist. “Cozy.” Your sarcastic remark is rewarded with a small chuckle from the men on either side of you.

Ghost pats your back lightly as he begins walking up to the door. “We’ve slept in worse.”

You stifle a laugh as you think back to the old rickety cabin he was referring to.

You and Ghost had been separated from the rest of your team during a torrential downpour. If it hadn’t been for him grabbing your wrist and tugging you along, you’d probably have been completely lost and alone through the six hour storm. With radio contact cut due to the storm and no way of navigating through the blinding rain, you were forced to take shelter wherever you could.

You were soaking wet and freezing cold when you finally found an old, stand-alone cabin. There were no windows and the door didn’t latch but it was shelter. The whole building swayed with the wind as the foundation groaned. The floor bowed beneath your weight, creaking with each step.

“I think I’d rather brave the storm than risk this collapsing in on us.” You scan the building's interior with your NVGs while Ghost jams the door closed with one of his knives. The building consisted of two rooms; The main room, which held a small pull out couch with a dusty blanket draped over the back and a wood furnace with a small pile of lumber next to it, and a small, showerless bathroom that connected in the far back corner.

Ghost grumbles a bit as he walks across the small space to the furnace. He squats and hunches over as he places a few logs in. “Strip.” His voice is serious and demanding.

Shock overtakes you and you stand there gawking at him. “I’m sorry, Lt. What?”

Ghost stands to his full height as small flames begin lapping at the inside of the furnace, shedding the smallest amount of light around the room. “Did I stutter, Iris?” He doesn’t even bother glancing at you as he begins stripping off his gear.

You watch as each layer falls from his god-like body. First is his vest and holsters, piled neatly in the corner. The next to go is his overcoat followed by his shirt. The flickering gold light of the fire only accentuates the dips and curves of his muscles as he continues peeling the clothing from his body. You force yourself to look away as your mouth practically waters at the sight of him nearly naked.

He lets out an aggravated huff as his bare feet thud across the floor. “That was an order Sergeant. Unless you rather hypothermia take your limbs.” He works quickly, removing your vest and holsters. You swallow a moan as his hand brushes your inner thigh, his fingers working deftly at a buckle between your legs.

You step back once you’ve been rid of all your gear. “I- I think I can take it from here, Simon. Thanks.” You shift awkwardly as you pull at the cuffs of your jacket.

“Are you sure?” Simon’s voice is husky as he rakes his eyes down your body. “I wouldn’t mind helping.” He gives a half shrug as continues to stare at you.

Your face begins to burn as you continue to pull your jacket from your arms. “No, I think I’m more than capable of stripping myself.”

“Suit yourself, Sweetheart.” A mischievous glint flashes through his gaze as he turns and walks to the couch.

You shed everything but your undergarments as you watch him unfold the couch and toss the cushion up to the top. Your heart races as you slowly walk over and sit on the edge of the bed with your back to your lieutenant. You rub your hands up and down your arms attempting to produce some sort of heat. You nearly jump out of your skin when two arms wrap around your midsection, pulling your back flush against the culprit’s chest.

“We’ll have to share the blanket.” Ghost pulls you down to the bed as he brings the blanket around you both. His head comes to rest in the crook of your neck as you drift peacefully into sleep.

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The house has three bedrooms and one bathroom, along with a kitchen, living room, dining room and a half basement. None of which had furniture. Ghost explained over ‘dinner’ how each room would hold two people, the dining room would hold four more and the rest would squeeze in wherever they could. The basement would be turned into an armory of sorts, while it wouldn’t be stocked as well as the one back at the main base it would hold all of the necessities.

You’d each set up a small area to sleep in, each of you claiming a bedroom to occupy until the others arrived. You’d thought for a moment about sleeping in a room with one of them, but decided it wasn’t a good idea. They’d gotten along so far and you didn’t want to ruin the peace. Your mind drifted between the two as you fell asleep. Dreams filled with the two of them holding you close, like some weird love triangle.

You woke up to the sound of light footsteps in the hall outside of the door. The sun shined bright through the window, nearly blinding you as you opened your eyes. You groan as you consider rolling over and going back to sleep. You’d been up almost all night driving and could really use a bit more rest. You lay there for what feels like hours without sleep taking you back into its comforting arms. You give in and with a heavy sigh you pull yourself out of bed.

When you finally make it down the stairs you find Ghost and König sitting on the kitchen floor. They sit against opposite walls, each with an empty MRE next to them. You wonder for a moment if they’d allowed each other to see their faces.

“Good morning Maus. Breakfast?” You nod slightly and König nods back as he slides a bottle of water and ‘breakfast’ across the floor.

As you finish off your food you look to Ghost, hoping for some answers about what you were supposed to be doing. “What’s our next move, just wait for the others?” Your curiosity had been slowly rising all morning. You knew nothing of the rest of the mission, just that you were to secure the safe house and wait.

Ghost shrugs his shoulders a little as he stares at you from across the kitchen floor. “Yea, far as I’m aware.” He brings himself to sit a bit straighter. “Could use something to sit on while we wait for them.”

You snicker a bit at the thought of the three of you traipsing around a furniture store in your field gear. You could just imagine the confused stares you’d get from the civilians around town. “I’m not sure we can just walk around town furniture shopping Lt. I mean,” Another small giggle escapes you as you look between the three of you sitting on the cold linoleum. “Look at us. At the very least you two would stick out like sore thumbs.”

Mischief twinkles in Ghost’s eyes, voice lilting with amusement. “Does that mean you’re volunteering to go for us?”

“Definitely not, no.” You set your face seriously, honestly not wanting to think about how troublesome it would be to buy furniture for men as large as they are. “I think it’d be best if the two of you went. I might accidentally buy a normal sized chair and that would be a disaster.” Your voice drips with sarcasm as your eyes move to König, his shoulders shake slightly as if he’s holding back a laugh. “I mean, it would give you guys time to work on this little act.” You gesture between the two, a devious smile creeping onto your features. “You know, a grumpy old man and his anxiety riddled wife. The kind that bicker over nothing.” You stand, moving to leave the kitchen. You knew there would be backlash for that comment, and the more distance you could get the better chance you had of survival.

“What was that, Sweetheart?” Ghost’s voice came out dangerously low, but still playful. “Where do you think you’re going?”

You glance over your shoulder as you round the corner into the dining room. You squeal as you catch sight of both König and Ghost already on their feet, stalking toward you. You break into a sprint, making your way to the stairs. “Wherever you’re not, that’s where I’m going.” You can’t help but laugh as you rush for the stairs.

“Run all you want, Liebe, there’s nowhere to hide.” The dark tone of König’s taunt sends chills up your spine.

The thought of them hunting you down in an old, empty house had your mind racing. A whirlwind of lewd images passing through your mind as you rush up the stairs. König was right though, there was nowhere to hide. You settled instead for locking yourself in the bathroom, bracing yourself against the door.

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Their Deadly Flower - Nine

(A/n: Here you are my Lovelies. Chapter Nine as promised and Ten will be up no later than 9pm EST. Again thank you all for the support. Enjoy!)

Pairings: Ghost X GN!Reader, König X GN!Reader

Warnings: None(? Feel free to let me know if any should be added.)

Prolog - One - Two - Three - Four - Five - Six - Seven - Eight - Here - Ten

“Oi, König.” An all too familiar voice rings from behind you and König. “Can you come with me for a moment?” Ghost strides up next to you both.

Your heart leaps into your throat at the sound of his voice. You cast your eyes towards König, who you’d been walking down the hall with. Price had called you both in for a meeting, sending Soap as the messenger. He’d found both you and König lounging around the training area, having just finished your last day of physical therapy for your shoulder. You find König’s eyes already on you, accessing your body language. You nod slightly, his body going rigid as you both turn to face Ghost.

“Ah, Lieutenant.” König’s voice is strained. “What is it you need?” You’d only seen them next to each other a handful of times, but the size difference was almost comedic. König towered over Ghost the same way Ghost towered over you. Yet, König was so gentle, so caring. He really was an enigma.

Ghost’s eyes visibly roll as he huffs. “Don’t make me repeat myself.” His eyes flicker to you as you stand silently next to König with your arms crossed. “Iris.” He nods to you, acknowledging your existence for the first time in four weeks. He shifts a bit, clearing his throat as you quietly stare at him. “How’s your shoulder?” His eyes soften slightly and his hand reaches toward you for a brief second before he brings it up to scratch his neck awkwardly.

It’s not often you see Ghost second-guess his own actions. It takes you by surprise a bit as he continues to stare at you. You feel a bit uncomfortable under his gaze, having not forgiven him for what he’d done, how he’d hurt you. Your mind takes you back to that night you found him with Rain in the kitchen. The way he gave himself over to her so easily after fighting against you tooth and nail. Nothing would take that pain away, your trust in him was broken, seemingly beyond repair.

You take a deep breath, pushing the need to cry out of your mind. “It’s fine.” Your voice comes out soft but cold as you shift a bit closer to König, almost out of instinct. He’d quickly become your comfort person. Bad dream? Go get König. Feeling sad? König. Can’t stop thinking about König? He’s already by your side.

König seems to notice your discomfort and places his hand on the small of your back, rubbing his thumb in circles. “Sorry Lieutenant. I can’t right now, we’re on our way to meet with Captain Price.”

A fire ignites in Ghost’s eyes as he stares at König’s arm. “Is that so?” A hint of hostility creeps into his usually bland tone. His gaze slowly slides from König’s arm, settling in a glare pointed at the large, hooded man next to you.

Your breath hitches as a heavy wave of tension wraps around the three of you. The hall feels like it's growing smaller with every passing second. Your heart races as you glance up at König, finding his eyes hardened under his hood. Risking a look at Ghost you find him still glaring daggers at your companion. Both had the same look of murderous intent in their eyes, likely for two different reasons though.

You swallow thickly trying to plan an escape route, just in case. Not that you’d mind being stuck between the two of them in any other situation. While the two seemed to hold deep rooted anger for each other, however, you were not so keen on the idea. You knew how badly this could end. These were two, quite large, heavily trained, killing machines. They’d bring the whole building down before they finished each other off.

König takes a small step forward, his hand on your back pulling you along with him. “It is, as a matter of fact.” König’s tone is dangerously low as he cocks his head slightly to the side. “Is there a problem with that Lieutenant?”

You couldn’t lie, while König’s current demeanor was definitely intimidating, you found it oddly arousing. The muscles in his arms coiling as the rage pulses through him. The way his shoulders pulled back giving way for his tone chest to stick out more than usual, had you weak in the knees. You love how gentle König normally was, but this display of protectiveness opened up a whole new portion of admiration for the man. He may not always act like it, but König is a war machine through and through.

You can hear in Ghost’s voice that his teeth are gritted as he stares König down. “No, no problem.” His eyes move back to you, his glare disappearing though his gaze stays harsh. “Iris, we need to talk when you're done.” He doesn’t elaborate as he turns and walks away.

You breathe deep as your lungs fully expand. “Jesus.” Your mind goes blank as your muscles finally relax.

“Are you alright, Liebling?” König’s hand gently cups your face, turning your head so you're looking him in the eyes. They’re soft now and filled with concern. Your small nod seems to appease him as leans down, placing his covered lips to your forehead. A small sigh leaves him as he pulls you into a hug. His embrace is blissful, immediately releasing all the tension left in your body.

~~~~~

During your meeting, Price informed you that the doctors had cleared you for your first outing. You were being sent out with König to meet with a contact a few cities away. You’d need to confirm a location for 141 and KorTac to operate out of for an undetermined amount of time. Everything was on a need-to-know basis and for the time being you didn’t need to know everything going on behind the scenes. You were scheduled to head out at 2100 hours.

Your excitement got the better of you after the meeting had concluded. You take off down the hall, listening to the fading sound of König’s soft chuckles. You’d waited far too long to be cleared for a mission, even if it was a small one to start with, you were officially back with your team. Well, for now just König.

Upon reaching your quarters you begin packing what would be necessary for the journey. You go over your checklist four times, keeping in mind that it would be three days before the others would arrive. That was three days you’d have König all to yourself. What you would do with that time you didn’t know, but you were excited nonetheless.

A knock on the door brings you from your hectic packing. You assume it’s probably König coming to go back over the mission plans. “It’s unlocked.” You keep your eyes on your bag as the door opens and closes.

“In a hurry to leave?” Ghost’s deep British accent causes you to jump. A gruff laugh comes from him. “What? Not who you were expecting?”

You take a moment to calm your nerves before allowing your eyes to finally meet his. “No, no you're not.” Your head shakes slightly as you continue staring at him, the same discomfort from earlier creeping back up your spine. “What do you want?” Your voice comes out sharper than you had intended, but it doesn’t seem to affect him any.

“I told you,” Ghost takes a small cautious step forward, seeming to sense your unease. “We need to talk.”

“I don’t want to.” You take a step back away from him, fearing that your body might betray you again if he got too close. That you’d allow it to give in, just to feel his touch again.

“Well, we’re going to.” He takes another, less cautious, step toward you.

“No.” You step back.

“Yes.” He steps forward.

You both continue the same pattern until your back is pressed firmly to the wall next to your small desk. You’re trapped. The feeling of tears pricks the back of your eyes as you shake your head. “No.” Your voice comes out as a whisper, uncertain in tone.

Ghost wastes no time closing the remaining space between you, caging you to the wall with his arms as he leans over you. He doesn’t move or say anything for a long while. He just stands there breathing heavily as he examines you with hungry eyes.

Your heart races about as fast as your thoughts. Your chest is tight, breathing feels nearly impossible. Your fingers begin fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. You can’t bring yourself to look away from him as his eyes continue to scan over you. Even after all the hurt he’d caused you were still completely captivated by him. The way his heat wrapped around you as his commanding aura filled your senses. Your body is buzzing with that all-too-familiar electricity in his presence, your mind flashing back to the feeling of his lips on yours. You want to feel that again, but the toll it took on your heart keeps you from acting on it.

This is exactly what you were afraid of. Your body craves him, yearns for his touch, and there’s nothing you can do to keep those feelings at bay. “S-stop,” You let out a shaky sigh, hoping against hope that he’ll be the one to keep you from doing something stupid. “Stop looking at me like that.” You force your head to turn away from him.

“Like what, sweetheart?” His voice is low and husky, coming out between soft pants. It’s clear now that your presence affects him in all the same ways.

“Like you want to devour me whole.” Your heart skips as you realize you’ve begun panting as well, your back arching slightly off the wall in an attempt to be closer to Ghost. You were far too caught up in the feeling of him looming over you, heat coiling in your lower abdomen.

“Maybe I do.” He taunts you as he leans his head to your shoulder, brushing his covered lips along your jaw. “Maybe,” He takes one hand from the wall, rolling the skull print balaclava up to sit on the bridge of his nose. “I will.” His lips press against the shell of your ear as he pushes his knee between your thighs.

Your body reacts on its own, grinding your center lightly against his thigh. Your eyes clench closed at the sensation as your head falls back. “Shit.” Your mouth falls open, basking in the moment of sweet pleasure before you snap back to reality. Your eyes flutter open slowly, turning your head to get a better look at Ghost. “What if I say no?”

Ghost’s body goes rigid as he pulls away from your ear. “Iris.” His tone is soft and careful as he searches your eyes. “Are you..” He removes his form from yours leaving you feeling cold and vulnerable.

You want to reach out, to pull him back to you. You feel naked under his eyes, even as you stand fully clothed against the wall. Your chest tightens like a vice on your lungs. You can’t breath, you can’t think, your palms become sweaty as you stare at Ghost. What was he thinking? Why had he moved? You want to call out and tell him to come back and hold you. You can't, your mouth won’t open, you are frozen in place.

He’s almost timid when he speaks again. “Are you afraid of me?” There’s hurt in his eyes, his voice comes out weak.

You’re taken aback by both the question and the uncertainty flowing in his body language. Were you afraid of him? No, not physically. You trusted Ghost with your life. You knew if it came down to it he’d do everything to protect you and the rest of 141. The truth hit you like a ton of bricks; you were afraid of him. You were afraid he’d break your heart again if you let him back in. You were afraid he’d abandon you again, the way he had after you’d handed him all of you in that safehouse.

Your hesitancy seems to be enough to scare him off. He turns on his heels and makes for the door without another word. For a moment all you can do is watch as he retreats toward the door he’d come from. Then, all at once your body leaps into action.

You quickly make your way to him, taking hold of his larger hand with both of yours. “Wait,” You swallow thickly as he stops in his tracks, but doesn’t turn to meet your gaze. “Maybe…” Your hands shake as they tug at his arm. “Maybe you’re right. We should talk.” Neither of you move as you wait for his response. The tears that threatened you earlier come rushing back as desperation sets in. You don’t want him to leave. “Please?” It comes out small and pleading.

You’re confused at your own actions and words. You wanted him to leave, didn’t you? You wanted him to walk away so you wouldn’t have to deal with all of the hurt and rash emotions that flood through you. Yet, here you were, hanging onto him, pulling him back to you. You realize in that moment that for as much as you feared him hurting you again, you feared twice as much that he’d never come back to you.

Ghost’s head turns just enough for him to catch a glimpse of your face, red and lined with tears as you stare up at him. He probably thought you looked pathetic, standing here crying and tugging on him like a child. You wouldn’t blame him, you felt pathetic, but every fiber of you called out for him. It was painful the way your body gravitated toward him in every sense of the word.

“Fine.” His voice is low and gravely, he sounds almost angry. “Let’s talk.” His body whips around to face yours as he tears his hand from your grasp. “How about we talk about that dog that's been following you around lately?” His eyes are dark and filled with hurt, though his voice is steady. “What’s that all about?”

Guilt floods you for a moment as you think of König. Your eyes flutter as you try to come up with a good response. You want to tell him that König is your friend, but that would be a lie. König was more than just a friend. You’re honestly not sure exactly what you are with König. You hadn’t made anything official, but friends definitely don’t grind against each other with their lips locked together. “I- What about him?”

“‘What about him?’ Seriously?” His arms fly up as his voice rises a bit. “The whole bloody base knows you two are messing around.” His composure is slipping, giving way to the anger beneath the surface. “You run around with him like some school aged child. You don’t really make much effort to hide it.”

A confused look graces your face as you stare at Ghost, bewildered by the accusation. “What? No, that’s not right. We’ve never… ‘Messed around’.” Not that you hadn’t wanted to or thought about it, but you weren’t about to tell him that. “It’s not like that. I mean… Fuck.” Your mind is scrambling for something to say. “What about you? Hmm?” You grow angry thinking of him with Rain.

“What about me?” His tone grows confused, almost defensive, as he drops his arms back to his sides.

Your brow furrows as you glare at him. “‘What about me?’” You mock his voice, feeling more childish than before. “You in the kitchen with Sergeant Rain? What? You don’t remember that night?” You step away from him and begin pacing the room as your head spins with rage. “That’s funny, because it's been plaguing my mind since it happened. Constantly. I’m constantly thinking about it.” You glance over at him as you make another pass around the room. His arms are crossed and his gaze follows your every move. “The way you let her touch you, the way she follows you around and makes all those comments about you. And it leaves me wandering, you know?” You stop in your tracks and turn to stare him down. “What did I do wrong?” Your eyes search his for any sign of emotion, but there is none.

“What?” His voice is lower than before, his brow furrowing slightly under the mask.

“Why have you been treating me like this?” You begin to cry again, frustrated. You just wanted answers.

“Like what?” His voice comes out defensive and hurt. “I haven’t been treating you like anything.”

A small amused huff leaves your lips. “Exactly.” Your tone is one of defeat. Your shoulders sag as you lower your head, unable to maintain eye contact. “You’ve been ignoring me since that day in the safe house. You wouldn’t even look at me when we got back. You haven’t spoken to me.” Your chest aches as you recall all the days that went by without him, how you’d hoped every second that he’d say something, anything. “You kissed me like your life depended on it and then disappeared.” You stop for a moment, bringing your tear stained face to look at him once more. You want him to see what he’d done, how he’d made you feel. “And this- this feeling…” You watch him step forward slowly. “It hurts.”

His movements halt at your admission and his eyes widen slightly. Something akin to guilt and horror flashes through his eyes. His chest rises and falls rapidly as he stands there staring at you. “This-” He shakes his head as he makes his way to you. His hands grip your shoulders gently as his thumbs rub small patterns in your skin. “I didn’t want you to get hurt.” He leans his forehead to yours, eyelids sliding closed. “I- Fuck.” He sounds just as defeated as you feel.

An icy tingle runs the length of your spine at the feeling of his hand on you. The anger that had driven you melts away as a calm heat sets in. You want to lean into him, let him hold you, caress all your fears away. Your mind clears as the tension floods away, but the hurt stays, rooted deep in your soul. You couldn’t let yourself fall into his heat as easily as you had before. The apprehension weighs heavy in your mind, dizzying you as you stand silently in Ghost’s hold.

You breathe, deep and shaky, as you force yourself to pull away from him. “But, you did.” You peer up at him through your lashes. “You replaced me. Without a second thought, you let someone else have you.” You feel your heart begin to fall apart all over again, but you don’t cry this time. You’ve let loose all the tears you can muster. “I was ready to give you everything, and you denied me.” A dejected smile creeps onto your lips as you stare at him, waiting for him to speak.

Ghost’s eyes grow stoic as he seems to stare straight through you. “I wasn’t replacing you, Iris.” He shakes his head as he looks to the floor. “I couldn’t keep my mind off of you after you walked out with König.” His fists clench at his sides as he looks back up at you. His eyes are full of fiery rage, his brows furrowed. “I wanted to leap down the bastard’s throat for touching you. I wanted to beat him into the ground for even being near you. And maybe I was wrong at the time, but Rain distracted me. Kept my mind from wandering to what you two could be doing that night.” His voice comes out as nothing more than a growl as he attempts to explain himself.

“I don’t know what you thought we were doing, Simon, but all we did was talk. I didn’t ket him slide his fucking tongue all over me, or grope me.” You’re shaking with anger now. How could he think of you like that? How could he just assume that you’d give yourself over to someone else so quickly? “We were talking about you, actually.”

His brows shoot sky high, eyes widening at your admission. “Me?”

Your eyes roll as you watch his show of surprise. “Yes, you, Simon. You, and how I want you so bad. How I miss you and your stupid sarcastic jokes. And how I get all jittery around you and it’s hard to sit still when you're near me.” Your arms fly into the air as you ramble on, unable to stop the words spilling from your mouth. “The way every fiber of my being craves your presence even when you’re right next to me. How I am pretty sure I’m falling in love with you, but I can never piece together whether I’d ever be able to tell you-” You halt mid sentence, eyes growing wide as heat flares in your face.

Ghost gasps audibly as time seems to freeze around you. He takes his time processing what you’d said as a heavy weight sets in your chest. You want to run and hide, to just sit in a corner and waste away, but Ghost’s hulking form separates you from your only escape. Your lungs constrict once more as you both stand there, silently staring each other down.

It feels like hours before Ghost finally speaks, his voice is no longer angry or pained. It comes out smooth and taunting, an entertained look dancing through his gaze. “Did you just say you’re falling for me, Sergeant?” The smirk he has hidden under his mask is evident in his words.

You can’t bring yourself to find any humor in the situation. You are too emotionally overstimulated to banter back at him. Your eyes slide closed with a tired sigh, the weight once again disappearing from your chest. “Don’t, please?” But you know him well enough to know that he’ll never let you live this down. He will continue to use this against you to joke and jab until he’s either tired of it or makes light of it himself. “Fuck me.” You pinch the bridge of you nose, a headache setting in at the mere thought of all the ways he torture you with this information.

Simon chuckles, now standing right in front of you. “If that’s what you want.” His tone is amused and suggestive as he snakes his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against him. “You’ll have to keep quiet though, Sergeant.” He presses his covered lips to your pulse point, whispering for only you to hear. “Wouldn’t want to get scolded for inappropriate conduct, would we?”

You roll your eyes for what feels like the hundredth time tonight, giggling softly as he runs his nose over your collar bone. “Quit that.” You bat lightly at his shoulder, wiggling pathetically in a not-so-serious attempt at escaping his hold. The feeling of absolute glee blooms from your chest, rippling through your whole body. This could be the start of some sort of normalcy between the two of you. With everything out in the open, perhaps you could move into something more comfortable than awkward friendliness. This could be the start of something beautiful.

Through your giggles your mind flashes you one single image that sends you reeling once more. It’s an image of one very tall, very strong, and very sweet man. König. The guilt sets in almost immediately as you think of him. You feel disgusting, like some sort of monster. In that brief moment of grief you want only one thing. You want König by your side, telling you everything will be okay. Instead, you stand there giggling with Ghost’s arms wound tightly around you.

And just like that, you’ve created a whole new mess.

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