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Back slammed against the training room mat, a grunt escaped your lips despite your best efforts to remain silent. You'd been at this for what felt like hours but the clock on the wall lied and said it had only been five minutes. Still, you had been holding your own for that long against someone who had a weight class above yours was proof that you belonged where you were.
Since becoming enlisted right out of high school, you had managed to complete your medical training and recently finished a fellowship in Operational and Disaster Medicine. The army had promised to help get you the rest of the way to a full-on medical doctor, but as time went on, you found yourself leaning more and more towards being a doctor within the service. There was nothing like a military pension, after all. And after spending the last two years stationed at Ramstein Air Base in Germany, you felt like you were more than prepared to be a valuable member of the infamous 141 under the recommendation of equally infamous Kate Laswell of all people. Right then, however, you felt like you were going to hurl after your opponent landed a solid hit to your gut.
Resisting the urge to curse, you curled your hands into fists and managed to side step the next swing, even managing to land a hit of your own. It was only to your opponent's arm but you knew from experience how badly those punches could sting and bruise. “That the best you've got?” Your opponent called out with a laugh.
“Shush, Soap, I'm just warming up!” You called back, rushing forward to land another hit or two before retreating to where it was safe. You'd learned to keep your feet moving as much as possible, something that had helped you keep from getting leg swept from the larger man.
“I thought you wanted to get better, Lucky,” Soap taunted, earning himself another solid hit to his arm, causing him to laugh.
“You're not even dodging me anymore,” you snorted, dropping your hands. “Should we just do this again tomorrow?”
Soap lunged forward, his arms outstretched and intent on catching you now that your guard was officially dropped and you tried to back step but managed to trip on your own feet in the process. Slamming back against the training mat for the umpteenth time that morning, you didn't bother to try to hold back the curse this time.
“Not fair,”
“Neither was you telling me I had to shave my chest hair last time we had the night free to ourselves. That shit still itches!” He complained, offering you a hand to help you up. You laughed, shaking your head and accepting your help.
“Hey, I had your best interests at heart. Not all women love hairy Scotsmen, ya know,” you defended weakly, just barely withstanding the solid thump to your shoulder.
“Best interests she says,” he muttered while shaking his head, “I don't think you know what that phrase means, Lucky.”
“Har har, very funny.”
With the training session well and truly over with for the day, you parted ways with your friend in favor of grabbing a quick shower before your shift in the infirmary started. Grabbing your travel case of your toiletries from your bunk as well as a fresh pair of clothes, you made your way to the showers and hoped that you could get your favored corner stall. It wasn’t so much the hesitation of being nude around others, no, you lost that long ago in Basic, but it was more so not enjoying having other people walk up on you when you were distracted, nude, and overall vulnerable. Shaking your head to keep yourself from thinking too deeply about what that might say on a psych eval, you said hello to those you knew as you passed them in the hall on the way to the showers.
Being midday, the showers weren’t as populated as they tended to be at the bookends of the day, thankfully, so you had your pick of the room. Tying your hair back, you told yourself that you would save it for another shower trip, knowing that you were pressed on time and that it wouldn’t do to show up for your shift with wet hair. Quickly making your way to your preferred stall, you went about your business. Thankful that you no longer had to shut off the water while lathering up the way you’d had to at other bases, you took a moment to luxuriate under the weak spray as you washed your limbs. Still, you were done within the five minutes that had been engrained in your during Basic training all those years ago and you were toweling off in no time flat.
Glancing at your watch, you saw that you had just enough time to run back to your bunk and to the infirmary before your shift started without being in a rush. Walking out of the bathroom, you were surprised to see Soap and Gaz talking in a whisper not far from the door. They glanced at you but frowned and kept talking, silently letting you know it wasn't a good time to interrupt. Shrugging, you kept walking. If it was important, then you’d probably hear about it later.
You were perhaps too focused on what Soap and Gaz may have been discussing because the next thing you knew, you were turning a corner and colliding right into someone who was exceedingly solid. With a grunt, you stumbled back and managed to drop both your toiletries bag and your folded pile of clothes to the ground.
The man you ran into wasn't the tallest man you'd encountered, especially not as part off the 141, but you still were taken aback by his appearance. He wore mesh scrim net over his face in a green veil and his uniform looked to be German with a decal that seemed to ring a bell in your mind but you weren’t a hundred percent sure where you’d seen it before. Had the 141 gotten a new operator without you hearing about it? Strange. “Sorry, I wasn't watching where I was going,” you explained as you bent to gather your belongings again.
The man stood above you for a moment before he crouched down and helped you gather your things. “Ich Glückspilz,” he shrugged before handing you your rolled up socks, “don’t worry about it.”
You may have been stationed at Ramstein for two years, but your German was abysmal. Giving him the blandest smile you could manage, you knew you were on a time limit and couldn't stop and chat all day. “Thanks,” you told him as you stood and accepted the items he held out to you. With a nod, you stepped around the stranger and made your way to your bunk, now in a rush. Putting the clothes in your laundry bag and your toiletries in your footlocker, you turned and left for the infirmary.
Your shift passed by almost without incident, the only truly notable injury you had to deal with was a sprained ankle that livened up your day spent filing paperwork. You knew better than to call it a quiet day, though, with years of emergency medicine training whispering the superstition in your mind whenever the thought began to creep up.
Almost as if summoned by your thoughts, there was a commotion by the entrance that you tried your hardest to ignore at first. You weren’t the only medic on shift and speaking of shifts, yours was almost up. It was going well for you until one of the nurses called your name specifically and you just barely resisted the urge to cringe, already thinking of the paperwork that you would need to file now. Turning around to face whatever was happening, you were shocked at the sheer size of the man hobbling into the infirmary.
You were used to being surrounded by people who both were and who seemed larger than life, but this man almost seemed like a fairy tale giant come to life. He seemed impossibly big as he ducked under the door frame with help as another man tried to support his weight and keep pressure off one of his legs. You made your way over and watched as a nurse helped to get him situated on one of the beds, pulling his leg up and untying his boot, gingerly taking it off as though they were afraid he was going to swing on them if they went too quickly. You stood aside as you let the nurse on duty take down his information and complaint, not wanting to rush them or make them feel as though you didn’t think they were capable of doing their job.
When you saw that Nurse Blanchet was done, you took a step forward and accepted the chart that they held out for you. “Hey there,” you greeted as you approached the injured man, a smile plastered to you face to try to keep the situation calm. If you panicked, then everyone else around you would follow suite. “It looks like you’re having some issues with your ankle, is it? Well, I’m here to take a look and help. Do you mind if I touch you?”
The giant of a man shook his head and adjusted himself on the bed to bring his injured leg closer to you. When your hands carefully began to examine the obviously swollen ankle, he let out a deep grunt of discomfort but otherwise remained silent as you started to manipulate the joint, testing the ligaments and bones that rested just below the surface. Other than his initial grunt, he didn’t make a sound even though you knew it must have smarted something fierce.
You were pretty certain that it was a nasty sprain, but you wanted to order some x-rays to be safe. Breaks had a bad habit of sneaking up on people. Standing back, you told him as much as you began to jot down the notes on his sheet, glancing at his name and callsign and debating which to refer to him as. You knew some operators who could be so finicky about their callsigns and refused to be called anything else by people that they didn’t already know, like the infamous Ghost. Settling for the safest bet, you decided that the callsign would have to do unless he corrected you. “König, I can give you something for the pain and wrap it, but I want you to keep off of it for at least two, probably three weeks, okay?”
He grunted again and blinked up at you as he processed what you had told him. “Two weeks? I can do that,” he finally agreed, his voice not quite what you’d envisioned when you first saw him.
“Two to three, maybe longer depending on what the x-rays say,” you gently corrected with a smile, well used to soldiers by this point. “Now let’s get you over to the x-ray so that the technicians can take over for a bit, okay?”
He nodded from beneath his hood that you were fairly certain was a cut up t-shirt, but you didn’t question it. Hell, you worked with a man who wore a plastic skull sewn into his mask. You were used to weirder things than that. He shifted himself on the bed and you made yourself busy making notes on the chart, writing down that you were requesting x-rays for the behemoth. When he turned back to you, you immediately knew what he was about to ask because the same realization hit you. “I don’t think we have crutches large enough for you, but Nurse Blanchet here is going to check for us,” you smiled again, trying to look him in the eye instead of letting your gaze wander over his facial covering. What in the world were those streaks supposed to represent?
Shrugging, you decided that it wasn’t your business and that it didn’t matter in the long run.
Glancing at the man over the top of the clipboard, you couldn’t help but frown when you saw the country patch on his uniform. Austria? How bizarre. There must be some sort of training or operation going on that you weren’t aware of. First the German soldier from earlier and now an Austrian? Well, you supposed that stranger things had happened.
“Excuse me, doctor,” he spoke, still somehow surprising you with how much softer it was than you expected it to be, “will there be any restrictions other than walking?”
“I can send you with a packet on what not to do, if you’d like, but other than walking, are you familiar with the RICE method?” You asked, smiling softly when he shook his head. “It stands for rest, ice, compression, and elevation can help reduce swelling and pain, as well as prevent further injury to your ankle. You’re gonna wanna take an NSAID of some kind for the pain because they can also reduce swelling. That’s if it’s just a sprain, but I think it is.”
“NSAID?”
“Oh, I can give you some. It’s just over-the-counter medicine like Advil. Just don’t drink when you’re taking it.”
“Thank you, doctor.”
“Of course,” you nodded, setting the chart aside when Nurse Blanchet returned with what looked like a pair of comically large crutches. “You know how to walk with crutches, right, König?”
“Right.” There was a pause as he seemed to weigh his next words carefully. “What is your name, doctor?”
“People call me Lucky,” you smiled at him.
“Lucky?”
“The good callsigns for medics were already taken,” you explained. “You know, Doc, Bones, Radar, Hawkeye, all that sort of stuff.”
“I know Bones but Radar and Hawkeye are medic names in America?” He asked, leaning back on his elbows and unconsciously spreading his massive body out in a vaguely cat-like way.
“Yeah, they're from an old TV show that used to be popular. Now, let’s get you some x-rays and send you on your way.”
“Of course, doc- Lucky,’ he caught himself with a crinkle in his eyes that seemed to suggest he was either smiling or grimacing at his mistake.
“It’s fine,” you told him with a soft laugh, “it happens all the time.”
When Nurse Blanchet had the crutches ready to go, you placed the clipboard with König’s information on it aside so that you could help pull the massive man into a standing position. Once he was standing, it was a relatively quick affair to get him over to the x-ray station and situated with the technicians there. Radiography was one of the things you hadn’t been trained in and you knew better than to expose yourself to needless radiation all day, so you stepped aside and let the other medical professionals take over the job.
Once he was finished with the tests and you were satisfied that there was no break in any of the delicate bones in his ankles, you gave Nurse Blanchet the all-clear to go ahead and wrap his ankle securely. Before too long, König was free to leave the infirmary. “Thank you for your assistance today, doc- Lucky,” the big man corrected himself again, sheepishly shaking his covered head. “My apologies. One day I will get it right.”
“Don’t worry about it, I’m positive I’m only just barely saying your name correctly.”
“You speak German beautifully,” he told you with a huffed laugh that brought a flush to your face. “A real natural at it, I promise.”
You laughed and shook your head before giving him a few packets of pain medication with clear instructions on when to take it. Once he was gone, the rest of your shift truly was a breeze to get through. Filing the paperwork and reports for what you took care of was second nature to you by this point. Leaving the infirmary, you paused for a moment to stretch and yawn, eager to finally grab some chow as you began to make your way to the mess hall. You hoped that there would be someone familiar so that you didn’t have to eat alone, but the mess was always a different experience each time you visited it, you were convinced of that.
It seemed like the second your shift ended, Captain Price materialized out of nowhere, jerking his chin in an obvious order to follow him. Despite being bone tired and wanting nothing more than to crawl into your bunk, you followed after him. Leading you to his office, he unlocked it and held the door open for you and motioned you inside.
“Sir?” You asked as you took an offered seat, glad to be off your feet.
“I'm sure you've noticed by now, but we'll be sharing the base with another company for a while. I gave the lads this same word of advice already, but the only fighting I want to hear about is the friendly sort on a sparring mat. Is that understood?”
“Sir, yes, sir,” you immediately responded, your questions burning in the back of your throat.
Noticing your expression, Price sighed and ran a hand down his face. “Go ahead, Lucky. What's your question?”
“How long will we be sharing the base with KorTac? How many operatives are there here? Do we have missions with them?” Your questions bubbled out, one after the other before you were able to put a lid on it.
“Contract is for up to a year with the possibility of renegotiation for longer afterwards. Don't know how many of the bastards there are, but even one is too many in my book. No current missions, but that may change, depending on what Laswell is able to arrange,” Price paused with a frown before shaking his head as if to clear it. “Any other questions?”
“I've met two of them so far,” you admitted with a sheepish look. “How nice do you want us to play?”
“Best behavior. I won't go so far as to tell you to wind your neck in, but I'm going with the opinion that no news is good news when it comes to you, Lucky. I told Soap to avoid them, Gaz to watch Soap, and I'm now telling you to watch Soap as well. I don't want him so much as talking to them, understood?”
You nodded, already knowing that Price probably saved everyone a few headaches and paperwork by nipping Any potential fight caused by Soap in the bud. “Yes, sir.”
“You're dismissed, soldier,” Captain Price nodded to you and turned his attention to his laptop.
Standing from your chair, you debated the merits of texting Soap to ask what trouble he'd already gotten himself into, but you quickly decided that you'd hear by tomorrow anyway. You were too tired for this.
The next day was much of the same after you woke up and had some quick breakfast in the mess hall, focusing on your upcoming shift after your practice session at the shooting range. You’d booked the time late last week, knowing that more practice couldn’t hurt. You couldn’t keep yourself honed like a fine tuned machine without the occasional practice, especially when you had other people counting on your skillset while in the field. Keeping an eye on your watch as you ate, you kept glancing around the room in hopes of spotting someone you knew enough to want to talk to so early in the morning.
“Do you mind if I join you this morning, Doctor Lucky?” A soft voice asked behind you, causing you to nearly jump out of your skin.
“Oh, König,” you gasped, surprised that the walking mountain would want to sit next to you.
“I apologize if you’d prefer to be alone, you are the only friendly face I recognize,” he explained, shifting his weight against the singular crutch he was walking around on.
“Of course, if you want,” you agreed, quickly standing to take his tray from him and set it down for the big man. “You really should have both of your crutches, though.”
“I would, but it is difficult to walk and carry a tray at the same time with both of them.”
“Oh,” you said and bit your tongue, not wanting to insult the man by asking about his friends helping him. “So, how’re you settling in so far?” You asked instead.
“I’m settling,” he shrugged, “it is difficult with an injury.”
‘Yeah, I can imagine. At least it’s not a bad one,” you hummed, looking around the mess hall. “I think I have some books you might like, if you’re bored. Just some fantasy and sci-fi.”
“I love those, thank you. You are very kind to offer them.”
You nodded and dug into your food, the conversation easy, if a little terse as you attempted to get to know the massive man. “What sort of books do you usually read?”
“Anything with a long series,” he shrugged. “If it’s good enough, it can keep me entertained for hours.”
“Yeah,” you nodded, “I used to read a lot more, but lately it’s been medical texts and research. Not really interesting to most people.”
“Oh? Will you tell me about some research you’ve read that you found interesting?” He asked, turning to face you slightly as he spoke.
“Oh, I was just reading about transplant research and how it’s been developing lately. Nothing too interesting.”
He hummed and pushed his food around on his plate with his fork, seeming to consider your words before responding to you. “It certainly sounds interesting.”
“I knew someone with cystic fibrosis growing up,” you confessed, looking away from them. “I… I miss them.”
“Are they…?” He started to ask but stopped himself, as if sensing how sensitive the topic was.
“Yeah,” you admitted weakly. “They passed when I was still in Basic.”
“I am sorry, Lucky. That is never an easy thing to endure.”
“It’s okay. But it’s why I like to keep up-to-date with organ transplant research, ya know?”
“Ja,” König agreed readily, nodding quickly as he spoke as though he were excited. “I find it fascinating. You must want to be a surgeon after your enlistment.”
“Well, I don’t know about that,” you admitted weakly, looking away from him. “How’s your ankle feeling?”
“Wunderbar,” he told you, “the medicine you gave me as done wonders for the pain and swelling, just as you said it would.”
“Well, you still need to rest it,” you laughed, glad that the massive man was feeling better already. “Listen, I’ve got to get to my shift, but I’ll see you later, okay?”
“Of course, Lucky,” he nodded at you.
You left him for a truly, thankfully, uneventful shift in the infirmary with the most interesting thing to happen was Nurse Blanchet getting a bad case of the hiccups which made everyone else laugh harder than they probably should have. After your shift, you day was a blur of the weapons range, the recoil making your arms ache in a way that you had long since grown used to. After a busy day, bedtime couldn’t come soon enough for you and you were out the moment your head hit the pillow.
The mess hall was almost always a crowded affair in a bustling military base with people coming and going to their shifts at all hours of the day and night. That morning was no different as you stood in line to get your dinner. They never had your favorite meal, but you made sure to get it whenever you were granted leave. Besides, you were used to this, having been in the service for years now. Grabbing a tray when it was finally your turn, you took a moment to look for a familiar face to sit with in the crowd. After a moment, you spotted Soap and Gaz sitting together by the windows and you decided that they were better than eating alone.
“Hey guys,” you greeted as you approached, “Price gave me the run down yesterday, but what’s with all the KorTac people?”
“Just like Price said, the company’s renting out the extra space on base. Still, scuttlebutt says there’s gonna be some big operation to do with KorTac, maybe, but no one’s said anything to us yet,” Gaz told you as Soap made room for you at the long table. “Don’t you speak German?”
“Er, not really? Nothing useful,” you admitted with a grimace. Two whole years stationed in Germany and what did you have to show for it?
“Who said anything about useful? Teach me something fun!” Soap laughed, nudging you with his elbow.
You may have promised Price that you would help keep the peace, but what harm could a language lesson be? Besides, you knew Soap. The Scotsman wasn't going to remember what you taught him. “Well, I know Fick mich,” you said after glancing around to see who might be listening in on their conversation, “and I know lutsche meine Schwanz.”
“There’s no way I can even begin to learn that,” Soap lamented.
“Nah, not when you can barely speak English,” Gaz laughed.
“Fuck off.”
“Look, I mostly know how to get around in a grocery store, so if you want to talk about fruits and veggies, I’m your gal.”
“Lucky, you amaze me,” Soap snorted playfully. “What would we do without you?”
“Bleed and complain about hang overs, mostly.” When Soap shot you an injured look, you couldn’t help but laugh at the Scotsman. “Anyway, isn’t it weird that KorTac of all people are here? How is this being treated like it’s perfectly fine, perfectly normal?”
“Dunno. But look, here they come,” Soap pointed out, outright pointing to where a group of men came through the doors to the mess hall. With them, you spotted the one you had run into earlier walking next to someone you thought you recognized from briefings in the past. Horangi, you thought his name was.
“Know anything about them?” You asked, hoping that you sounded more casual than you felt.
“There’s this absolutely giant fucker wandering around from KorTac. Goes by the name of König,” Soap told you, leaning forward to whisper conspiratorially.
“König? I met him earlier. He was nice,” you told them with a frown. You wouldn’t want to encounter König in a dark alley when he was out for your blood or on the battlefield, but he had been nice, if not a little overly polite and nervous in the infirmary earlier. But you couldn’t tell them those details, just that you’d met him if you didn’t say where you’d met him.
“Nice? Lucky, you’re too nice,” Gaz laughed, shaking his head. “Anyway, that one there? That’s Oni and next to him is a bloke that goes by the name of Aksel.”
“You guys are talking about these men like you’re collecting baseball cards,” you laughed, shaking your head.
“And I've heard of Geneva Suggestion over there,” Gaz told you, jerking his chin towards where the hooded soldier sat a ways away, ignoring your little group and speaking with those he sat with. “Sebastian J. Krueger. Wanted war criminal picked up by KorTac because of his supposed skill.”
“What's he supposed to be good at?” You frowned, glancing over in what you hoped was a subtle way. “And there’s no way his name is actually Geneva Suggestion, c’mon.”
“He's good at getting people on their backs,” Soap wiggled his eyebrows.
“He's a good assassin and the reigning champ of take-downs. Even giants like Ghost are nothing to him,” Gaz shrugged. “I don’t think he has an actual callsign, but that might as well be it.”
“Impressive,” you muttered, refocusing on your food in front of you. Taking another bite of your bland food, you chewed and thought over the interaction you’d had with him before. You wished that you understood more German, wondering what it was that he had said when you first bumped into him. You couldn’t even search the internet for it, the words too jumbled in your brain for an accurate translation.
Once your meal was finished, you got up with Soap and Gaz and the three of you made your ways out of the mess hall. As you were walking, you spotted König and gave him a little nod of acknowledgement that he was quick to return.
The three of you walked together until you reached the junction where your rooms separated, the men going off to the left while you went to the women’s quarters off to the right. Parting ways with your friends, you turned a corner and found yourself stopping in surprise. Krueger stood before you, leaning back against the wall with his arms covering his broad chest. He wore a different face covering this time, one without his helmet underneath it. You made eye contact with him and you couldn’t help but bite your lip. You were used to being around built men and women, but there was something about the man in front of you that drew your interest. Making a split second decision, you jerked your head down the hall and pursed your lips, seeing if he would be interesting in a roll between the sheets with you.
His response was immediate as he kicked off the wall behind him and began to follow after you.
Your heart absolutely pounded beneath your breast, everything seeming to both slow down and speed up at the same time. The hooded man was following you, even if his footsteps didn’t make a single sound. Sebastian Krueger. You knew that you should tell him off or lose him somehow in the winding hallways of base, but the very idea of him made your blood warm and your breathing quicken. You hadn’t felt that way about someone in such a long time, even the bad idea didn’t seem so bad. So, you found yourself going to your room, leading him quietly to your bunk.
When you made it to your door, you paused and listened, glancing down the hallway to see it empty behind yourself. You knew he was giving you an out, one that you appreciated more than you could form into words. You knew it was possibly the worst idea you could ever phatom making, but you left your door unlocked behind yourself. You bit your lip as you began to undress, starting with your boots, followed by your socks and belt. You ignored your shaking hands as you started the remove your shirt but the sound of your door slowly opening made you pause and look over your shoulder.
Krueger stood in front of your door and closed it carefully behind himself as he took in your appearance. “Don't stop on my accord,” he chuckled dryly, clicking the lock into place and reaching for his belt buckle. You watched as he slid the belt out of his pants and set it on your dresser before reaching up to remove the veil wrapped around his features, slowly unraveling himself to you.
He had short, dark blond hair and cold, brown eyes deeply set in a handsome enough face. He had the sort of ruggedly striking face that came with a lifetime outdoors with a nose that had been broken more than once. Krueger looked like he would be as comfortable in a boxing ring as he would be in a forest somewhere. There were faint scars dotting his chin and forehead, with a deeper, nastier looking one splitting his eyebrow but stopping short of interfering with his vision in any way. “Like what you see?” He asked with a cocky smile when he caught you staring, his hands undoing the fastenings to his pants.
Giving him your best coy smile, you resumed pulling your shirt over your head and quickly removed your bra. With his eyes locked on everything you were doing, you began to go slower when your hands reached for your pants. “Like what you see?” You asked him back, making a point to tilt your shoulders back to make your breasts more prominent.
“Very much,” he told you, taking a step towards you.
A thrill shot down your spine as he moved towards you like a great beast stalking its prey. Kicking your unfastened pants down your legs, you took a step backwards from him, letting the backs of your legs hit the edge of your bed before crawling onto the soft surface, keeping your eyes locked on the Austrian the entire time.
Taking your lead, Krueger allowed his pants to fall to his ankles, taking a moment to bend and undo his boots before kicking them off and joining you on the bed. “You look so good like this,” he moaned as he gently ran his finger tips up your legs from your ankles to your knees.
“Do you have a condom?” You asked, cringing at how breathless you sounded.
“No,” he grunted, reaching for your hips, “I hate how they feel.”
Frowning, you closed your legs and did your best to angle yourself away from him. “I'd feel better if we used one.”
“I'll pull out. I promise.” Krueger squeezed your hips under his strong hands, trying to coax you closer to him. “We don't need one to have a good time, Schatz.”
“Then we're not fucking. I don't know if you're clean and you don't know if I'm clean.” Your heart pounded beneath your breast at your own words, anxious about what he would have to say to your assertion.
“Ich wusste, dass du in dieser Sache eine Schlampe sein würdest,” he grunted but got off the bed regardless. He glared at you as he reached into the pocket of his abandoned pants and pulled out the familiar metallic packaging of a condom.
Sighing with relief, you let your legs drop open once more. “Thank you.”
“Schlampe, ich werde dich so hart ficken, dass du für andere Männer ruiniert bist.” Krueger climbed up on your bed and paused to remove the condom from the wrapper and roll it onto his cock.
You resisted the urge to reach out and make sure it was put on correctly, telling yourself that if you can't trust someone, you probably shouldn't be falling into bed with them in the first place.
He was quick to take your mind off of it, leaning forward and capturing one of your nipples in his mouth and teasing the sensitive bud with a mixture of teeth and tongue. You didn’t even try to resist the moan the spilled out of you at the feeling, choosing to reach up and card your fingers through his short hair instead, making a point to use your nails when he got a little too familiar with his teeth. Pulling away from your breasts, he nipped his way up your neck to finally reach your lips, all teeth and tongue as he kissed you like he was trying to devour you whole. You gasped into his mouth when his fingers found their way to your folds, taking the time to spread the slick there around and toy with your clit.
Not wanting him to have all of the control, you hooked one of your legs around his hip and pulled him closer with a moan, trying to coax him into hurrying up and fucking you as hard as he could. Before you could say anything, you couldn’t help but jerk back when Krueger leaned back and spit directly on your cunt, surprising you as he began to rub his spit into your folds. You had heard of weirder fetishes than that, so you did your best to shrug it off and enjoy the feeling of extra moisture where your bodies met. It was just like lubrication, you tried to reason with yourself. “Krueger, please,” you moaned when he didn’t immediately sink into you, trying to coax him into fucking you hard and fast.
He chuckled above you and teased your entrance with the head of his cock, making you cry out in frustration. Right when you were about to beg him again, he finally sank into your depths and bottomed out with a single, smooth thrust. “Oh, fuck,” he groaned, pressing his face against your neck at the feeling. “Scheiße, du fühlst dich so gut.”
You whimpered, adjusting to the feeling of being so filled as you shifted your hips into a more comfortable position, letting him hit deeper inside of you. You were thankful for the moment he took to adjust to the feeling of being balls deep inside of you as he was thicker than you’d had before. After he started moving, though, you swore that you could see stars whenever he bottomed out inside of you, keeping his pace even and slow at first. “Harder, baby,” you pleaded, digging your nails into his shoulder blades when he took just a moment too long for your tastes.
“Fuck,” he breathed into your hair but followed your command, starting to jackhammer into your wet heat. You clung to him as he rocked into you, the moist sound of your bodies colliding making you moan as you let a hand drift to where your bodies met. Finding your clit between the two of you, you began to rub and toy with it, driving yourself closer to the edge. It didn’t take Krueger long before he nudged your hand aside and used his much larger and rougher fingers on your sensitive clit, easily rolling it under his thumb in a way that had you seeing stars. “Du magst das?” He asked, his voice low as he fucked you hard.
“Oh god, yes,” you moaned, not even sure what he was asking you but not finding it within yourself to care at the moment. “Please, Krueger, please.”
“Du bist genau die Art von Schlampe, die ich liebe,” he grunted above you, his hips hammering into you without restraint. You could do little but cling to him, whimpering his name over and over again as he bucked into you. Not knowing what he was saying, you couldn’t help but moan at the feeling of his cock slipping between your folds when he pulled out, taking a moment to grab his cock and slap it against your pussy, leaning forward to spit on you once more. “Scheiße, du siehst so gut aus.”
You groaned, trying to not let yourself overthink it as he rocked back inside of you. It only took him a moment before he built momentum back up, his thumb never leaving your poor clit alone for a moment’s rest. The way that his cock bullied its way inside of you had you almost coming undone but combined with his thumb on your clit, rubbing it like it owed him money had you digging your nails into his shoulders so hard that you were surprised you hadn’t drawn blood.
All you knew was that your orgasm was getting close and he could be fucking you harder. Trying to angle your hips differently to get him deeper inside of yourself, you gasped when he leaned down and took your earlobe gently between his teeth. A shiver ran down your spine at the feeling, warmth pooling deep in your gut when he abandoned your ear lobe and ran his teeth down the side of your neck. “Don’t,” you warned, having a feeling that he was the type to leave obvious marks on his partner. “Don’t you dare.”
He grunted, but pulled back, redoubling his efforts on your clit. “Jeder wird es wissen, Schatz.”
You came hard at his words, your back tensing and your toes curling deliciously as your hips stuttered to meet his. Feeling like your bones had been replaced with gelatin, all you could do was hold on to him as he fucked you through your orgasm, chasing his own release. “Krueger,” you moaned, digging your nails into his shoulders as another orgasm simmered just below the surface.
Feeling your walls flutter around his cock, Krueger redoubled his efforts on your clit as he leaned down to kiss you, his tongue invading your mouth and kissing you as if you were the only source of oxygen in the room. You whimpered into his mouth, doing your best to kiss him back just as fiercely but you were overwhelmed by your second orgasm, your oversensitive body seizing hard around his thick length.
Above you, Krueger shuddered as he orgasmed, groaning deeply and gripping your hips so hard that you knew he would leave hand shaped bruises behind. You would have to avoid people as much as possible in the showers until they healed a bit more, you knew. Jerking his hips a few more times as though chasing the last remnants of his orgasm, he looked down at you with a cocky grin. “Good?”
“Very,” you moaned, letting your arms drop like lead weights from around his shoulders.
“Rubbish bin?” He grunted as he pulled away from you, reaching for the condom.
“Over by my dresser. There should be some baby wipes on top of it, if you wouldn’t mind handing them to me?” You watched as he slid the condom off, a strange relief settling in your stomach that you decided that you didn’t want to touch with a ten foot pole, pushing the feeling aside.
Quietly, they cleaned themselves off, Krueger accepting your soiled wipes to throw out for you after you finished wiping the junction between your thighs clean of everything. “Thank you,” you told him with a small smile, wondering how long he was going to stay for. It wasn’t that you wanted to kick him out of your room now that your itch had been scratched, but you weren’t sure what his intentions were for you know that he’d gotten what he’d wanted from you.
To your surprise, he ignored his clothes on the ground and came to your side, gesturing for you to scoot over and make room for him on the twin mattress. When you did, he climbed into bed beside you and waited as you adjusted yourself, resting your head against his firm pectoral muscles. “You’re tense,” he told you after a moment, “would you prefer that I leave?”
“No, no, you don’t have to. I’m just rusty at this,” you explained quickly, wincing when he pinched your hip playfully.
“Ich bringe dir bei, auf Deutsch für mich zu stöhnen,” he told you, nuzzling your hair and squeezing you against him.
“I’m sorry?”
“It’s nothing,” he told you with a pleased hum. “Just that I want to give you German lessons, Schatz.”
Not quite believing him but not wanting to raise a stink over nothing, you sighed when you realized that one of you was going to have to get up to flip the light switch off. “Hold on, I need to get the lights.”
“I can get them, don’t worry about it,” he told you, pulling away and getting out of bed.
You sat up and watched him move about your room as though it was his shared space, the feeling creating a pang of longing deep in your chest. It would be nice to share a living space with someone, to have the inherent intimacy of knowing each other’s habits, and to cradle someone close in the dead of the night. When Krueger came back to bed, you took a moment to reposition yourself, creating a space next to him to live in for the next few hours.
When you woke up in the morning, you had half expected him to have left at some point in the night, but to your surprise, Krueger was still under your cheek, resting his head on his arm to act as a cushion as he waited for you to rejoin the land of the living. “Good morning,” you croaked out.
“Moagn,” he said in return, slowly sitting up when you pulled away from him.
When he got out of bed first, you slid after him, making your way carefully to the light switch to flip it back on. “Sorry,” you muttered when he grunted at the bright light, his underwear already back on and paused mid reach towards his pants. “I think we should leave separately.”
“Schatz, we weren’t quiet last night. Let them know.”
“I’m not a barracks bunny, Krueger,” you snorted, crossing your arms and regretting that you were having this conversation in the nude.
“Are you embarrassed of me? The Geneva Suggestion?” He asked unkindly, snorting as he shook his head. “Your friends are clever when they don’t know the whole story. Scheiß auf deine Freunde.”
You couldn’t help but blanch at his words, swallowing a sudden lump in your throat. How had he heard about that? You were positive there was no one around when you’d had that conversation with Soap and Gaz. Sure, Krueger had been there, but there was no way his hearing was the good. He was across the hall from you! “I’m sorry, it was a stupid comment. He shouldn’t have said that.”
“Ah, but he did, Schatz.” It was the sheer vitriol in his voice that took you aback, almost recoiling at his words. You knew he was a lifelong solider and more than capable of terrible things, but he’d been calmer, almost gentler around you and it was surprising.
“I’m sorry,” was all that you could think to say, the words sounding weak to your own ears. “Look, I’ve got a shift at the infirmary. Do you want to walk there together and talk later or do you want to call it quits now?”
For a moment, you genuinely thought that he wouldn’t go with you, that he would just turn around without another word and walk out of your life. But he didn’t. He took a step towards you and wrapped an arm around your waist, pulling you close to him. “I want to talk, Schatz.”
“Okay,” you nodded after a moment, your heart strangely racing beneath your breast. You knew that whatever this was was doomed from the start as a fucked up Romeo and Juliet. He was a member of KorTac and you were a member of the 141. Even if they were stationed there for an entire year, things would eventually end as one of you got transferred away. Still, it was exciting. Thrilling, even.
Leaving your room, you were silent as you walked along side one another, too cautious of who might overhear your conversation in the halls. When you made it to the infirmary, you turned to look at Krueger who watched you with his hands in his pockets. “We’ll talk later?” You asked.
“Of course,” he nodded, taking a step back from you.
“Okay.” You knew that if he was your boyfriend, you would have kissed him on the cheek then, but you weren’t sure what it was between the two of you, so you gave him a weak wave before turning and slipping through the doors.
By the time lunch rolled around, you were absolutely starving and just your luck, the mess hall was more packed than usual, with the KorTac operatives now used to the ebbs and flows of the base, already well adjusted to the rhythm now that they had been here for a little under a month. Grabbing your lunch tray, you found an empty table and sighed, thankful for the relative quiet around base for once. Even with the rival operatives roaming around as though they owned the place, things hadn’t gotten bad yet. When Shadow Company had been stationed at the same base months prior, you swore there were at least three fights a day.
Still, you should have known better than to expect your day in particular to remain peaceful as Gaz and Soap joined you soon after you sat down. “Really, Lucky?” Soap grunted as he sat down next to you in the mess hall. “Fuckin’ Geneva Suggestion now, are you?”
“Excuse me?” Shit, you had a feeling this would happen.
“Scuttlebutt said you two left your room together this morning,” Gaz explained as he joined you across the table. “You might want to be more subtle next time you get lucky, Lucky.”
“It’s fine, Lucky. We all take a tumble with someone from time to time. What better stress relief is there?” Soap laughed before digging into his soggy looking hash browns. “Remember when I took a tumble with that American a few months back?”
“Everyone found out because you looked like you lost a fight with a cougar,” you reminded him, pushing your food around on your plate. “People know about this because we left at the same time.”
“Lucky, no one on this base is deaf. Hearing loss, sure. Concussions, absolutely. But outright deaf? You know better than the rest of us what would happen, Doc,” Soap pointed out.
“You’d get your DD214 pretty quickly,” you agreed with a heavy sigh. “Fuck, I really messed up this time.”
“If that’s what they call it in America, sure. And no, I wouldn’t say that.”
“That reminds me,” you gasped, glancing around the mess hall. “You guys might want to avoid Krueger in the ring for a bit. He knows about the whole Geneva Suggestion thing.”
The two men looked at each other and swore in unison. “Did you tell him?”
“Really? C’mon, of course I didn’t. I was as surprised as you are!” You almost couldn’t believe that your friends would doubt you like this, but you knew that you had doubted Soap in the past over things like this.
Soap started to say something but cut himself off, looking at something over your shoulder. Before you could look, though, a tray was sat down next to yours and you were joined by the man himself. “Hallo,” Krueger greeted dryly, likely having heard exactly what you all had been discussing.
“Er, hello,” Soap greeted, shooting at Gaz as though the other man could save the situation.
“How’s it going?” Gaz asked, shooting a look at Soap as though he were about to unleash a toddler unattended in a fine china shop.
“Fine,” Krueger shrugged as though eating with them was the most natural thing in the world and as though he had done it hundreds of times before. Under the table, his knee nudged against yours in an unexpected intimacy that had your heart skipping a beat. “You are all suddenly so quiet. I’m not interrupting, am I?”
“No, not at all, just uh,” you paused, sending a pleading glance to Gaz for help.
“We were just discussing base gossip,” Gaz admitted with a tilt of his chin to show he wasn't embarrassed about getting caught red handed.
“Anything good?” Krueger asked, his knee pressed against yours.
“We were talking about last night,” you told him, knowing that he damn well already knew. Beside you, Krueger grunted and began to eat, adjusting the scrim cloth to show the bottom of his face.
Soap cleared his throat awkwardly and you could tell that Captain Price’s words of warning were ringing through the Scotsman’s head. “Well, it’s been fun,” he finally settled on saying, pushing back from the table and standing up.
“What was that?” Krueger asked around a bite of food.
“He was told to stay away from KorTac people,” you explained quickly, not wanting the Austrian to get offended by your friends. “He has a bad habit of accidentally starting fights.”
“Accidentally?”
Grimacing, you considered your next words carefully, not wanting to offend him. “Well, mostly.”
“I see.” The two of you ate in silence after that, neither quite knowing what to say to one another as Gaz sat awkwardly across from you both. Once you were finished, you were quick to leave, muttering a goodbye to both of the men and all but running to your room to hide from the awkwardness of the encounter.
One there, you found a book you had wanted to give to König but search as you might across the base, you were not able to find the massive man. Still, you gave it an honest effort and by the time you made it back to your room, hours had passed. To your surprise, there was a knock on your door, sharp and clear in the early evening hours. Making your way to the door, you slowly opened it and peaked into the hall, nearly choking on your own spit at the sight before you. Krueger stood in front of you, a change of clothes rolled up under one of his arms, and his head tilted as though surprised at your confusion. “Can I help you?”
“Your room is quieter than the general barracks they’ve got us in, Schatz,” he explained as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Taken aback by his audacity, you stepped aside and let the Austrian into your room once more. “Besides, I brought more condoms. I was hoping I could keep them here.”
You watched as Krueger made himself home in your room, opening your bedside drawer and dropping a handful of condoms from his pocket into it. From his other pocket, he pulled out a charging cable for his cell phone and quickly texted someone. There was a strange intimacy in watching him plug in his phone charger and set his phone alongside yours on your dresser.
“I'm not a hotel room, Krueger,” you pointed out and crossed your arms over your chest as you spoke, wondering if he was just planning on moving himself in like no one else would notice.
“I know,” he agreed easily, crossing his own arms over his chest. “Did you not want your pussy eaten tonight?”
“I'm sorry?” You choked, certain that you had not heard him correctly.
He took a step forward, reaching up to remove the scrim cloth as he did so. “Did you not want me to fuck you with my tongue?”
You slowly shook your head, once again impressed with the sheer audacity of the man before you even as the slick began to gather between your thighs. “Unbelievable.”
“Is that a no?”
“What about you?”
“I was planning on cumming on your stomach, but I am open to suggestions.” As he spoke, he stalked towards you, reaching out to grab your hips when he was close enough. He squeezed your hips and leaned down to press a kiss against your lips, slipping his tongue into your mouth for a moment before pulling away and resting his forehead against yours. “Get on the bed, Schatz,” he whispered against your lips, giving your hips a final squeeze before releasing you.
With your heart thundering in your chest, you obeyed, taking a moment to pull off your shirt and slip off your pants. The sheets were thankfully cool against your heated skin as you scooted up the bed, making room for the Austrian’s large frame as he followed after you.
Parting your legs for him to get comfortable between them, you felt yourself flush at the wet noise your slickness let out as your legs parted. Moaning, Krueger bent forward and pressed chaste kisses against each of your inner thighs before diving into your center.
With his mouth occupied, you reached up and began to toy with your nipples, alternating between tugging and pinching the stiffening peaks. Glancing down, you were surprised to see his dark eyes absolutely locked on your hands, sending a thrill down your core to your center. Kissing down your torso, you moaned at the feeling of his tongue ravishing your skin and his teeth nipping here and there as though you were nothing but a dog’s chew toy.
When he finally made contact with your clit, it felt electric. With this tongue caressing it like he was licking a quickly melting ice cream cone, you had to cover your mouth with one hand to cover your moans and carded your other hand through his short hair, trying to direct him to what felt the best. You gasped as his fingers began to gently prod at your entrance, their thickness no match for his cock but still much thicker than your own fingers.
Dimly, you realized that the bed was rocking and when you tilted your head down to see what was happening, you felt a gush of warmth escape you when you locked eyes with Krueger. He was staring directly at you while humping the bed, chasing his own high even as he ate you out like there was nothing else in the world that he would rather be doing.
With his attention hyper focused on your clit as his fingers made themselves familiar with your dripping core, your orgasm was quick to creep up on you. Pushing his head away, you hissed at the feeling of overstimulation and let your limbs drop heavily onto the bed. You watched as Krueger took a moment to sit up and scoot forward, reaching for his pants and quickly pulling his weeping cock out of the tight confines.
Pressing your thighs close together, Krueger paused to spit into his palm and jerk himself slowly with the lubrication. Taking a moment to gather the slick that had pooled between your thighs, he spread that slickness around his cock as well. “Ready?” He asked as he lined himself up with where your thighs met.
“Yeah,” you breathed, heart beat speeding up. You’d only read about stuff like this before and you couldn’t help the excitement that danced in your veins.
“Gut,” he groaned, slowly pushing his hips forward and slipping his cock between the meat of your thighs. He slowly pushed forward until his hips were flush with the backs of your thighs and his balls pressed against your lower lips. “Liebling, du fühlst dich so gut.”
“I know, baby,” you moaned, not sure what to do with your hands as his began to thrust in ernest against you.
He began fucking your thighs, pushing you up across the bed with the force of his movements. You moaned again at the feeling of his sac slapping against you and the sensation of his penis moving between your legs. Unfortunately, Krueger didn’t last long as he chased his orgasm, the stimulation from humping the bed earlier catching up to him. Just as he promised earlier, he shuddered against you and came across your belly. “I’ll get the baby wipes,” he groaned, pressing his forehead against your calves for a moment of rest. “Fuck, you are a dream, Schatz.”
The next day found you with your back hitting the mat hard and not being able to stop the grunt of pain from escaping your lips. “Sehen? Auf dem Rücken siehst du besser aus,” Krueger taunted above you, his voice playful as he held a hand out to you.
Ignoring it, you rolled yourself so that he wasn’t directly above you, you took a moment to get back on your feet and get back into position. “Jeez, Krueger, did you have to throw me so hard?” You couldn’t help but groan quietly, knowing that you’d be sore in the morning.
“Sorry,” he shrugged as he got back into position across from you as well.
“Krueger, you promised to help me get better at take downs, not to wipe the floor with me,” you jokingly complained, eying a bruise on your wrist that you had a feeling had a pair of twins gracing your hips.
“And how else would you get better, Schatz?” He laughed, dropping out of position to playfully bat at you.
Seeing his guard dropped, you lunged forward and tried to get your arms around his thick waist in an ambush, but he was faster than you as he easily looped his arms around your own waist and hoisted you up, throwing you away from him. “You fucker,” you groaned, once more standing from the mat. You were going to be one big bruise by the end of this all.
“Wieder!’ He ordered, his voice deeper as he growled at you.
Standing up at his command, you wondered if you should throw in the towel while he was still in a good mood or if you should keep getting your ass handed to you. “Once more and then I need a break, Krueger. And be gentle this time!”
“Whatever you want, Prinzessin,” he teased, the translation obvious.
Reminding yourself that you’d been through worse than an egotistical Austrian man who was terrible at training people, you took a moment to try to think more strategically about everything before just rushing at him again. You circled him, looking for any sort of weakness in his defense, but you couldn’t see anything obvious. You had a feeling that men like Ghost who lived and breathed this sort of thing would be able to be a match for the Austrian, but you were a medic first and foremost.
Still, you gave it your best shot as you lunged at him from the side, attempting to swipe his feet out from under him. He reacted instantly, spinning to face you as he reached out and grabbed your wrist, quickly spinning you around so that your back pressed against his front and his free hand grabbed your throat. “And if I had a knife, this is where you would be dead,” he whispered into your ear, releasing you and taking a step back from you.
“I’m taking a break, Krueger,” you groaned, frustrated with yourself. You thought you were better than this, but you obviously needed to spend more time in the training room with people other than Soap or Gaz. Maybe Ghost would be willing to actually show you new moves if you asked nicely. With a grunt, you left the mat and gathered your towel and water bottle, going to sit down on the benches and cool off beside the freshly healed König. “Good morning, König,” you greeted with a sigh as you sat down, your muscles all protesting at the movement.
“Lucky, you shouldn’t let him talk to you like that. It isn’t right,” König told you softly from where he sat next to you on the bench, his voice so low that only you could hear it.
“What sort of stuff is he saying?” You asked as you paused dabbing at your face with your towel, trying your hardest to appear casual.
“Awful things, doctor. Things you shouldn’t ever say to your… Your er, lover,” he said, seemingly embarrassed over the words.
Shaking your head, you tried to ignore the feeling of uncertainty that the massive man’s words brought you. “With all due respect, everyone has a different definition of awful. I’ve called him some hurtful things, too.”
“Please, I don’t want to upset you,” he told you, turning to face you as he leaned against his crutch.
“König.”
“Fine, but don’t shoot the messenger, ja? He has been calling you his whore in the locker room, telling everyone who will listen how you are.”
Rage immediately blinded you and you could only take a deep, shuddering breath as you tried to gather yourself. You had a feeling in the back of your mind that Krueger was the type to do that, but you didn’t want to take some random man’s word for it. You wanted to confront him and ask him directly about just what he had been saying to your face. But you knew better. You were an adult and could act like it. You would just end things with the Austrian and go about your business, bruised ego or not. “Thanks for letting me know, König,” you sighed.
“I am sorry, I've upset you.”
“Don't worry about it.” You bit your lip, glancing down at your hands as your mind cycled through everything that had happened over the last few days. “König, can I ask you something?”
“Of course, anything.”
“What’s the word for whore in German?”
Even with his hood on, disguising his features, the giant of a man looked uncomfortable as he weighed his next words. “Hure.”
You nodded, thankful that you couldn’t remember Krueger ever saying it to your face. “Thank you for letting me know.”
“What will you do now?”
“I don’t know. Talk to him about it, maybe yell at him. I’m not sure there’s a point,” you shrugged, looking away from the tall man who had become a sort of friend over the last few weeks.
“I am truly sorry, Lucky,” he sighed, reaching over and patting your shoulder with his massive hand. “I wish I could tell you happier things.”
“It's fine,” you lied. Considering your next words, you looked over at König and bit your lip. “What does Schatz mean?”
“Schatz? It means bitch,” König told you, shaking his head slowly. “Has he been calling you that?”
Nodding slowly, you wondered when you had become such a fool. You should have known better and never invited him into your bed to begin with. You were thankful for the drawer of condoms next to your bed, suddenly. “Yeah, look, thanks for telling me everything and for translating for me. I need to head out, though. I’ll talk to you later, König.” Standing up, you offered him a weak smile before gathering your things and leaving the training room. You wanted nothing more than to soak in a bathroom, luxuriate, and think about nothing for a few hours as you turned into a human prune. The best you had available to you was a small shower stall, but it would have to make do.
You were glad that you didn’t have anywhere else to be after you were done in the shower, so you made your way to your room and tried to ignore the lingering smell of the man who had been sharing your bed. You wished that your room had a window with a larger opening as you opened it to try to air the scent out. Grabbing the sheets and blanket from your bed, you tossed it all with your laundry and put it in a neat pile as you remade the bed with fresh sheets. When you were done, you sat heavily on the bed and willed yourself to feel something, anything as you waited.
The knock on your door was like clock work as it seemed to open itself to reveal Krueger standing in the hallway. You stood from where you had been waiting on your bed and tried to ignore the way your pulse hammered in your veins. You couldn’t chicken out. Not now. Not after what König told you earlier. You bit your lip and decided to just be blunt with your words, not sure of what else to say. “I think we should end this situationship, Krueger.”
“Situationship?”
“This thing that we’ve been doing? It’s not going to end well, so we might as well end it now,” you told him, doing your best to sound more confident than you felt in that moment.
He stared at you for what felt like an eternity before finally shrugging and turning to grab his phone charger. “You’ve made up your mind.”
“I have,” you confirmed, even though he hadn’t asked a question. “I heard about what you've been saying about me.”
“What have I been saying?” He asked, his hands freezing as he was winding up his phone cable.
“That I'm your whore. That I beg for it every night. How it feels to fuck me. What more can I say?” You snapped, finally letting your anger get the best of you.
“And who has been telling you these things?” He asked, his voice colder than you’d ever heard it before.
“Does it matter?” You asked in return.
“I suppose not,” he conceded, shaking his head but keeping his eyes locked on you. “If you change your mind, you know where to find me, Schatz.”
“Don’t you dare call me that,” you hissed, hands clenching by your sides as you longed to throw something at the man who just wouldn’t take the hint and leave. “Just take your things and leave, Krueger.”
“I’m going,” he huffed, turning his back on you and making his way to the door. “Situationship. Verdammt unglaublich.”
Resisting the urge to swear at him, you made yourself watch him leave, wincing when your door slammed shut. You hoped that you wouldn’t get chewed out for waking everyone else in the hall up, but right then, you had bigger things to worry about. Taking a step forward, you made sure to lock the flimsy door and leaned back against it. When had you lost control over your life? Things had been going great until fucking KorTac arrived.
You started to make your way back to your bed when a gentle knock sounded on your door. Sighing, you hoped beyond hope that it wasn’t Ghost or worse, Captain Price, on the other side of the door, ready to tear you a new one. But no, you knew both of their knocks and it was far too soft for either Brit. You debated calling Soap and having him on the other end of the phone in case it was Krueger again, but you resisted the urge, not wanting to wake your friend for nothing. Unlocking the door, you slowly opened it and braced the cheap wood with your foot before peaking out into the hallway. “König?”
“Hallo,” he all but whispered, obviously not wanting his voice to carry down the halls. “Can I come in?”
“König, I’m tired, big guy. What is it?” You asked, not wanting to deal with anyone at the moment. Maybe you should have called Soap so you had an excuse to leave.
“I saw Krueger and I got worried for you. I know how he can be,” König explained quickly, taking a step towards you. “Are you alright?”
You sighed and gave up, moving to let the giant into your room. “No, König, I am very much not okay.”
He hummed as he walked into your room, reaching up and pulling his mask off as he looked around your small bunk. “I am truly sorry that you’re going through this breakup.”
“We weren’t dating,” you snorted, watching as the giant slowly wandered your room and examined your things. It was almost as though he were looking for any remaining trace of the other Austrian, but that would be a crazy thought. “It was just a situationship,” you explained softly, hugging yourself as you glanced down at your feet. You watched as his boots appeared in your sight and his hand reached out to tilt your chin up. Resisting the urge to smack the much larger hand away, you waited to see what he would have to say for himself.
“You deserve better than dieses Biest,” he told you as he leaned down enough to breathe in your air. “Ich vergebe dir.”
“König,” you whispered, still trying to figure out just what he thought he was doing. “I don’t need this right now.”
He shushed you gently, reaching up with his other hand and resting it on your shoulder, the weight of it unexpected. “I know. It’s okay. Let me help you.”
You ignored that little voice in the back of your head screaming at you that this was the biggest mistake you could make, but you submitted anyway, nodding softly when he smiled down at you. You held your breath as he leaned down and pressed his lips against yours, the movement soft and everything that Krueger’s kisses weren’t. König backed you up against your bed, his lips never leaving yours as you arranged yourselves carefully.
With his hips flush against your thighs, you were glad for the condoms that Krueger had left behind in your drawer as you felt his sizeable bulge. Your hands undid the button to his pants and released the pressure from his aching cock, ready to slip your hand in to help pull him out of the confines of his clothes. “Schatz,” he moaned against your throat and your blood went cold.
“Get the fuck off of me,” you snarled, pushing at his shoulders. It was like trying to move a building with your bare hands. You hated this.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, pulling back from you with a hurt look on his face. As he spoke, realization of what he’d said sunk in and a strange look crossed his features.
“I want you to leave. Right now.” As you spoke, you pulled yourself away from him, trying to untangle limbs as quickly as possible and not caring about how things might look. “Get off of me.”
“I can explain,” he started to say but you all but howled at him, blindly throwing a punch and aiming for his throat. You didn’t want to hear what he had to say for himself.
“Out!” You hollered, not caring that you would wake others up.
König nodded and pulled away from you, adjusting himself in his pants and reaching for his facial covering. He looked like he wanted to say something, anything to you to get you to reconsider, but you only snarled again like a caged animal. You wanted that bastard gone. Make you feel better? What an asshole.
Once the door was closed behind him, you all but launched yourself at the door and locked it, telling yourself that even if there was a fire on base, you weren’t about to open it again that night. Pacing your room, you debated just staying in your room until someone who actually mattered came to get you. You didn’t want to worry anyone, though.
The next morning, you still didn’t want to open the door, but your stomach growled and you knew that you needed to eat something. Standing up with a groan, you considered the merit of grabbing something simple and running back to your room like a guilty teenager. You didn’t even want to imagine what scuttlebutt might be saying about your wild night. Having two strange, Austrian men in your room, one right after the other? No one would blame Krueger for calling you a whore, you were sure of it.
Grabbing a tray of whatever looked the most appealing, you quickly sat at the first open table, groaning when Gaz and Soap were quick to appear. It’s like your friends had a radar or something to locate you when they wanted to be extra annoying. “What is it now?” You asked instead of greeting them, pushing your tray aside as your appetite left you.
“You wanna guess at what scuttlebutt’s been saying?” Gaz asked as he leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table between you. You shrugged, already having a feeling at whatever he was about to say. “Scuttlebutt says you’ve got two big attack dogs about to get into a fight over you.”
“Sounds dreamy, eh, Lucky?”
“Soap, I will demonstrate how tracheostomy openings work if you don’t drop it,” you immediately snapped, hoping that no one had been listening in on the three of you. “Look, tell whoever will listen that I don’t exactly want this. I ended things with Krueger after I heard the shit he was saying.”
“What was he saying?” Soap asked, a look of genuine confusion passing over his features.
You gave him a look, pleading with him to drop it, but when they both just glanced at each other, you knew immediately what the situation was. “König lied to me.” Your two companions glanced at each other with a look of worry on their faces, but neither said anything to you and just let you process the realization. “That motherfucker. Why would he lie?”
“Because he’s interested in you?” Gaz shrugged, ever the voice of reason. “Because he’s not a good person?”
“That’s such a shitty thing to do,” you protested quietly, running a hand down your face. “I don’t get it.” Why hadn’t Krueger said anything when you confronted him about it?
Would you have believed him if he had?
Feeling like you screwed up a good thing, you rested your head in your hands and tried to push aside all of your feelings. It wasn’t the healthiest approach, you knew, but at that moment you couldn’t find it within yourself to care. Quickly, you gave your friends a run down of what had happened and about the mistake you’d made when you ended things with Krueger.
What were you supposed to do now?
“This is a mess,” you confessed, shaking your head slowly. You felt as though you needed to go talk to Captain Price before this got even more out of hand, but you were too afraid to. What would he have to say about this? This wasn’t exactly fraternization since you weren’t even in the same military, but it was definitely the definition of messy. “Fuck it. I’m going to my room to be a mummy for a while. Don’t come get me unless Price is looking for me, okay?”
Standing and leaving before your friends could respond, you sighed and tried to not let yourself get too into your own head. You’d made a mistake… Okay, a series of them, but a mistake nonetheless. You wouldn’t be making it again any time soon, you knew that for sure. And besides, it wasn’t as though anyone ended up dead because of you, so how bad could it really be?
“Lucky!” A deep voice called out as bootsteps quickly approached. You nearly shit your own skeleton at the sound of your name, even as you snapped to attention for your lieutenant.
“Sir,” you greeted, keeping your eyes forward.
“Do we need to give you the same warning that we give Soap next time?” He asked, continuing to walk as he jerked his chin for you to follow after him. “Thought you were smarter than to get mixed up in this mess.”
“I am,’ you protested weakly, feeling like he was right.
Shaking his head, Ghost gave you a serious look that you just knew was a frown behind his mask. “No more Germans, yeah?”
“They’re Austrians,” you corrected weakly, already knowing that your lieutenant didn’t care either way.
“No more whatever they are.” Ghost stopped before your quarters and jerked his thumb at your door. “You’re in time out for the rest of the night. I don’t even want to hear about you using the bathroom, understood?”
“Perfectly clear, lieutenant.”
“Good.”
The room was dark when you entered it and you didn’t bother with the lights as you untied and kicked off your boots before making your way to your bed. Flopping down onto the thin mattress, you grunted when you felt something under yourself. Shifting around to reach for whatever it was, you were met with a familiar smell.
You quickly discovered that it was a cloth, the material soft under your fingers as you brought it up to your face and inhaled the familiar scent. Someone had been in your room while you were away. Someone had left this on your bed for you to discover later. Someone had taken the time to carefully arrange it on your pillows for you.
Someone wanted you to know it was them.