#ghostkonig

[cod-dump]

Could we get some Ghost x König?

Fight Me

GhostKonig

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Ghost taking one look at big ol' Konig and deciding he wanted to fight him. No, he needed to fight him. Just something about Konig's presence invoke something feral, primal, in Ghost. He chalked it up to a dominance thing, Soap joked it was his 'inner brat'.

There was something so irritating about the Austrian walking tree, he just couldn't pinpoint what it was. His stupid voice? Dumb laugh? Ghost could pick it out in a crowd. His eye twitched whenever he heard the man coming. Yes, he had to fight him.

Though, for once, he wasn't the one with the size advantage. When he finally got Konig in the ring after weeks of prodding, egging him on. It was like in that moment with that man standing across from him, muscles clenched and a massive mountain standing over-

His mind went blank and he was on his back in seconds.

Konig was over him, he had him pinned. A grin, the older man released him and backed away.

"I thought you wanted to fight?"

He could hear Soap and Gaz losing it from the sidelines over the ringing in his ears. Was it hot in here? Had to be, his face was on fire.

Some KorTac operators were yelling, encouraging Konig like a group of raging monkeys. That is what set Ghost off. He jumped to his feet and charged Konig, jumping on the man and pulling him to the floor. With a thud, he landed on his front, Ghost climbing on his back and using his weight to keep him down.

Soap was on the edge of the arena, ready to say something that would probably piss Ghost off. Though he didn't get the chance with Ghost being thrown off Konig's back. The man quickly took back control and Ghost scrambled to get to his feet.

Next he was against the ring's edge, Konig back over him but with a feral look in his eyes. Ghost had heard about how Konig got when on the field, like adrenaline turned him into an animal. A feral animal with a wide smirk. And cackling KorTac lackeys didn't help the situation.

"Get his ass, colonel!"

"No, get his ass, LT!"

Ghost felt his ears on fire. He was regretting his decisions that led him here.

Maybe Konig was enjoying this too much, leaving an opening for a fist to the side and room for a leg to shove him away. Like a switch flipped, they were at it like dogs. Everything was a blur, Ghost landing a blow against Konig that left a busted lip.

And then they were forced to stop with Price showing up. He shoved his way through the gathered soldiers, chasing them away with a bark as he finally made it to the arena's edge.

"Konig, stop beating my lieutenant. I need you in ten, Laswell got us some papers to look at."

Konig straightened himself out rather quickly, "Be there in five."

Price huffed, casting an amused glace to Ghost before he left.

Konig wiped his face of blood before he grabbed his waistband, shifted his pants and bringing attention to the problem he had.

"We should do this again, lieutenant."

He left rather quickly, KorTac soldiers following with loud comments on the fight. Ghost huffed, Soap and Gaz coming to his side and patting his shoulders.

"You at least left a lasting impression."

Soap grinned and made sure to step away as he muttered, "Doubt round two will leave you standing."

Gaz made a face, one of mostly disappointment. Ghost's aching limbs suddenly felt like nothing as he lunged at the sergeant, Soap screaming while Gaz just watched as Ghost tried to kill him.

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hhsdjkdsh I can't believe I haven't written anything for those two yet

[ts78]

It’s my birthday so I’ve treated myself a little piece of KonigGhost!

Again, all artwork I post will be commissions from other artists, so plz don’t use!

[wolverinecore]

Being in the cod fandom is like being surrounded by idiots bc they be like:

Cod stans: whY dO PeOplE ShIp GhOstKonIg???1? They r enemies!!!1’

*Cod stans at the same time shipping ghoap and pricegaz even though itd be against military rules because its insubordination*

Like ??? Yall r not very bright.

You can just say you dont like the ship without coming up with dumb reasons to not like it. Bc at the same time yall r legit bullying people for creating ghostkonig renders, fanfic and fanart. Wtf kind of fandom does this???

Somehow all of you have forgotten that enemies to lovers exist. that WRITING a story revolving around enemies exist!!! Like have u forgotten tropes???

I dont understand why ppl have joined this fandom thinking everything has to be realistic just bc its military but at the same time ship ghoap. ??

[bone-trash]

💀AHHHHHHHHH💀

Hey! I’ve got more medieval/fantasy COD au stuff coming and I hope y’all are excitedddddd

✌️✌️

[fkbhen]

sweet

[pyro-thon]

I swear I’m so normal about them

(meanwhile)

[aesthetictanuki]

König speaking German is saying "I am head over heels in love with you. My heart is all yours". (he was hoping for "haha, what does it mean" ://)

Also drawing military gear is actual pain 🙂

[buglord-isaac]

Parallel Play: Ghost and König

König wasn’t the best at socialising. He had never really gotten the chance to improve his social skills. He had gone from being isolated and bullied in his early life to being isolated and denied what he wanted to do in his military life. He was ridiculed for hiding, he was ridiculed for being big. He was called a ‘mountain’. ‘Psychopath’. ‘Scary‘.

He had grown used to the feeling of being alone so much that he no longer knew how to talk to people. He knew more how to talk to himself. He was horrible in conversations. He had no military ‘bros’ that he could chat to. Talking in a group was a chore that left him tired and defeated.

This was until he met Ghost. Well, he didn’t really meet Ghost. They passed each other, they trained a few times, they barely spoke. Ghost seemed to be the closest kind of person to König that he had ever found. He, like himself, would stand away from a crowd and listen, only speaking when he needed to.

In the base, both of them seemed to have found the same special quiet place. A place were the rest of the soldiers seldom went, and if they went they were quiet. This place was the Chapel.

König wasn’t a religious man, and Ghost didn’t seem to pray or talk to any gods. It was just a place of peace for them. Ghost would sit there sharpening his weapons or inspecting clothing, seemingly as a calming method. König would do the same. Sometimes they’d look over to watch what the other was doing from afar. They never spoke.

One day, when König was reading a book about weapons, in a chapter on sniper mechanics - his hyperfixation - Ghost came and sat on the floor right in front of him. König looked up from his book and closed it, keeping one of his fingers in as a bookmark.

“You heard of something called ‘parallel play’?”

“Nein. I haven’t.”

“The others talk too much, and you seem rather lonely. ‘Parallel play’ is where two people do different things in each other’s presence. It’s like… socialising without socialising. I find it comforting.”

König had no clue why Ghost was suddenly talking so much to him. Maybe his silence had earned the man’s respect. Or pity…

“So you’re suggesting we do this- parallel play?”

Ghost nodded, shuffled backwards, and pulled out one of his knives. König watched awkwardly as Ghost focussed on methodically sharpening, polishing, and inspecting each of his knives. He recognised the kind of knife from his book, so flicked to the page.

“The adoption of combat daggers made of iron was a significant milestone in combat knife development… the British Fairbairn-Sykes fighting knife… not the kind you have… was designed by two former members of the Shanghai Municipal Police who trained many soldiers in close-quarters fighting… The Combat Knife has two modes of attack: the simple slash, which can be done quite rapidly, and a lunge, a longer-ranged option that has a much slower recovery than the slash… you seem to be good at throwing th-“

He realised that he’d been rambling and shut his mouth quickly. He looked down at Ghost, who was looking up at him with full attention and focus.

“You can continue. Knives are my special interest. Hearing someone else explain them is… refreshing almost…”

König blinked. He swallowed. He didn’t want to talk anymore. His ramble had exhausted his social battery completely. Ghost stood up and sat on the bench beside him.

“This book is in German… you were translating all of that?”

König nodded. “Yes sir…”

“You impress me, König. We should talk more.”

Under his mask, König smiled. He’d made a friend, and out of everyone it could’ve been, it was Ghost.

(The information I got was from various wikis, incl. CoD wiki and combat knife wiki)