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König x plus size reader

Due to severe budget cuts, there’s only one shitty sniper rifle left on base and a certain Austrian has gotten his hands on it before you could. That doesn’t mean you can’t help him though

Warnings: f!reader, reader has boobs, lots of guns in this one, reader is a sniper, slight power imbalance, size difference (König is canonically 6’10), no smut but tension, absolutely do not do anything in this fic, I just thought it was hot, slightly implied autistic!König WC: 1.7k Minors DNI Library- @hannibals-favourite-meal-library

“I’m sorry, I think I just had a stroke. Can you repeat yourself?” The older man sighed deeply, having already had this conversation several times over in the last hour alone. The supply room was hauntingly empty, the shelves bare save for a few scraps of fabric from uniforms that were too ancient to be used even as rags. You were evidently the last one in today, a consequence of treating yourself to an extra 15 minutes of sleep as a treat after a long mission away.

The Quartermaster gestured over his shoulder to the empty racks to his right. “We don’t have any more stands or rifles for that matter. We barely had enough bullets for the Beta team’s training mission this week. I’m sorry.” Part of you wanted to scream at the man, remind him exactly how you had gotten this position in one of the most elite military units in Europe. But then you sighed, letting your shoulders drop.

“Alright. Just, who picked up the last sniper rifle and is still on base?” He looked down his nose at the clipboard in his hands.

“Colonel König picked it up at 0600 hours.” 

The range, as expected, was as barren as the supplies room. A lone figure laid prone on the ground furthest from the entrance, you wouldn’t have even known he was there if not for the colourful cursing that floated through the empty field. You glanced around, somehow hoping that magically another piece of equipment or even another person would appear and save you from the conversation you would have to have with the colonel. But when nothing changed except for the volume of his voice, you sighed and carefully approached.

It wasn’t that you were scared of the Austrian sniper, it’s just that every time you had to speak with him, you found yourself utterly hypnotised by the sheer size of him. Additionally, despite the fact you weren’t on the same team and that he was technically your superior, he always found a way to be beside you every chance he could.

He was dressed down today- wearing only dark cargo pants, a black compression shirt and a sniper’s hood. Your eyes skipped over the taut hill of his ass and the curve of his slim waist to focus on the rifle he was currently hitting with a closed fist. The thing must’ve been ancient given the rust that clung to the barrel and the various pieces of black plastic that littered the ground around it. König spit out something German you couldn’t quite catch and then slammed his forehead into the dust with a dejected grumble.

“Colonel?” Your voice came out squeakier than you would’ve liked, but before you could even think of clearing your throat and starting again, he whipped his head around, his blue eyes catching the light of the morning sun. His wide shoulders eased a fraction of an inch as he recognised you.

“Ach sergant. I was- there’s-“ He sighed heavily and shifted his body so he could sit up. His head was now about waist-height on you, his eyes focused up at your face. “Is there something you need?” 

You cleared your throat and nodded towards the gun now abandoned at his knees. “Seems like you got the last piece of kit on base. Was hoping I could steal it when you’re through.”

“I vould not recommend it.” His accent deepened as he sneered down at the weapon, shamefully sending a spark of heat through your lower belly. “It is shit. No stand, jamming, sight is cracked. Zey should have destroyed it decades ago.”

“Damn. I needed to brush up my basics before they roll me out to the next team.” You placed your hands on your hips, now resigned to an afternoon of either paperwork or doing laps around the base until you couldn’t feel your legs. 

“Zey are transferring you?” He sat up straighter.

“No, they probably wish though.” You laughed, and possibly against your own better judgement, took a seat next to the giant. “I’m being loaned out to some British special forces unit, with an American woman heading that decision? I should’ve learned a long time ago to not ask questions about this shit.”

König hummed in what you imagined was agreement and shifted so he could rest on his left hand, the one conveniently closest to your thigh. For just a moment, you let yourself linger on the sight of his bare forearms, threaded cords of muscle building to his massive bicep that almost had you thinking about what it would be like to feel it wrapped around your throat.

“So no stand on that thing huh?” Your gaze snapped back to the ground.

“No, is shameful.” 

You swallowed thickly, an idea popping into your head. “Well one of the fundamentals I need to work on is sitting still.”

His eyes narrowed at you so you shuffled through the dust until you were sitting in front of him, back straight, shoulders squared and hands flat on the plushness of your thighs.

“Use me as the stand.”

He physically jumped at that, whipping his head around as if searching for people that would jump out of nowhere and say it was all a prank. But when you didn’t suddenly back away or laugh in his face, he slumped over himself with a deep exhale. 

“Zat is a stupid idea.” You shrugged. 

“Yeah but there’s really no other solution unless you wanna go back to trying to wrestle with a gun that is clearly working against you.” He looked away. “Cmon colonel, we both know that you can deal with all that other stuff going wrong with that hunk of metal if you have a reliable stand to fall back on, and you know how reliable I am.”

König sat for a moment, the steady rise and fall of his breaths the only perceptible movement you could spot, before he abruptly stood and darted away. The door back into the building slammed shut, your dignity flying away with the echo of it through the range. 

You were frozen for a moment as silence settled over you once more. 

“Well that was fucking humiliating.” You sighed and glanced at the rifle next to you. “Don’t look at me like that, he was manhandling you all morning and you don’t even work properly. Can’t blame a girl for trying though.”

Just as you were about to stand up and go through yourself to your death in paperwork, the door flew open, König sprinting out with something in his hands. 

“Wear these.” A pair of industrial ear protection was dropped into your lap, possibly far too big for your head and definitely not standard issue. You picked them up with all the care in the world and looked up at him with a small smile. 

“These yours?” He looked away before settling back onto his knees, pulling the rifle back towards him and checking it over. You caught his bright eyes flicking over to you constantly as he went through his checks, nodding at you to don the massive headphones as he checked the magazine. You smirked and did as he asked. 

The world dulled to just the two of you and the sound of your heartbeat in your ears. The sun made his skin absolutely glow as he worked, reflecting each bead of sweat that pooled along the length of his body. His shoulders rolled, drawing your gaze to the stretch of his neck. There was a vein to the left of where his collarbones met that made your teeth ache to sink into it, to feel his pulse against your tongue. 

Monstrous hands gripped at your wide hips, shifting you just enough to give him the line of sight he needed. Your breath caught as his touch lingered, his index finger tracing the edge of your pants before he ripped himself away to pick up the gun. The barrel settled on your shoulder without any fanfare then he pressed forward so the base could rest in the dip beside your joint. He adjusted it only slightly before the stock was pressed to his own shoulder and he looked through the sight. 

This time, he did not grumble at the cracked lens nor swear when the locking mechanism refused to budge, he just looked at you, his eyes shrouded by his hood. Your hands curled into the material of your pants as he took a deep breath and pulled the trigger. 

The shot rang through your bones, making your whole body shake with the force. Your tits jiggled violently behind your thin shirt despite the sports bra you wore. Blue eyes flicked down to your chest and then back to the sight to fire off another shot. Your body moved with the recoil as the metal bracket where the stand should’ve been dug into the meat of your shoulder but you couldn’t do anything besides watch him in his element.

There was no hesitation in his firing, just a calm rhythm only interrupted by his frantic avoidance of your body every time he reset. You bit back a smirk as he fired again, this time his eyes caught the light as he surrendered to the urge. The clear blue of his irises had nearly vanished into the blackness of his pupils but they still sparkled with something you couldn’t quite place.

Another shot. Your own willpower began to falter. You looked down. Despite the fact that the sun was in your eyes, you could see clearly the way his pants were pulled tight, something huge straining behind the zipper. Your chest bounced. You bit back a moan as your hard nipples rubbed against the rough material of your bra.

König cleared his throat, not that you could hear it, and shifted. You swallowed as his pants went tighter. This shot was different, you felt the heat of the gun near your cheek but you didn’t flinch.

The gun rolled off the ball of your shoulder and landed in the dust. The headphones were pulled off your ears. You shook your head as sounds came back to you and his voice rang through the field.

“Are you ok, schatz?” Your smirk grew.

“Did you miss?” He shook his head. “Then yes I am.” You reached for the abandoned rifle and pulled it into your lap, his dark eyes following.

“Guess it’s my turn then.”

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A Chaotic Week to Wedded Bliss

Chapter Seven: Meet the In-Laws

Pairing: Konig x OC

Summary: Her wedding is coming up and she couldn’t be happier. Her fiancé is finally meeting her aunts in person. And they are getting married on the family farm. König is the best thing that ever happened to her. Her aunts are thrilled. And her aunt Kate even has a huge surprise for her. The couple has invited everyone truly important to them. But she can’t figure out why everyone seems to be connected in ways she didn’t know.

In this chapter: Salacia has a heart to heart with her brother. As well as bonding a bit with Gaz for the dinner the night before her wedding.

Trigger/Content Warning(s): light emotional angst and and fluff

Word Count: 2033

A/N: only one more chapter after this. And I am so happy with this fic. It’s a comfort fic for me.

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Salacia had never seen Greta nervous. She had begun to doubt the Austrian woman could feel said emotion. Yet she could sense it now. She grasped her hand kindly.

“My dad isn’t a scary guy, he’s British.” She murmured making Kate snort laugh as she’d overheard,

Greta laughed, “Of course you would bring that up.” She chuckled.

“What?” Hazel asked as she was trying to contain her own giggles.

“Mama...Greta...got a little tipsy one night and said that if there was one nationality she could never be intimidated by it was British. She said every business man she met in her life from the UK took themselves too seriously when using terms that sounded so silly to her.” Salacia explained.

“You try taking a man seriously who is talking more seriously about a midday break instead of the deal they are trying to make.” She exclaimed.

“Too much idle chit chat instead of business?” Hazel asked.

“Ja.” Greta laughed.

König entered the den followed by her father, Farrah, and Alex, who had little Rami on his shoulders. Salacia couldn’t help but smile. Being a father seemed to come so easily to her brother.

Introductions were made and Greta couldn’t help but coo over Rami, like any woman would. Salacia shared a look with König, they knew she would be hoping for grandchildren of her own soon enough. She and John seemed to get along well though. Their casual conversation flowed smoothly.

Salacia was happy. This was all she had ever wanted. Her full family together. She kissed König’s cheek and grasped his hand tightly.

—

It was late, far too late for Salacia to still be awake. She was having trouble falling asleep. She slid out of bed, telling König that she was going to grab a cup of tea when he stirred just a bit. The last thing she expected was to find the kitchen light on.

Walking in, her brother was nursing a small glass of whiskey. He did his best to not openly drink around his son. Salacia smiled and considered indulging herself, but she decided against it. The kitchen was quiet as she made her tea then joined her brother at the table.

“Trouble sleeping?” He asked.

“Yeah...same for you?” She replied.

He nodded and took a sip, “I’m so happy for you...this is all amazing...it just feels...incomplete.” He admitted.

“Because mom isn’t here to see me get married like she always talked about.” Salacia said.

He nodded, wiping his eye, trying not to cry, “I’m just glad...that your dad is here...I’m...jealous.” He finally admitted, “You’re dad is here. He’s still around.”

Salacia looked into her glass. She knew that he felt lost for years after his dad died. And the fact that he never really had a father figure afterwards. He didn’t blame their mother. She had two kids to raise and a full time job. Then there was the cancer.

“You know...from what Aunt Kate tells me, he took quite the shine to you out there.” Salcia said, “Treated you like a son.”

Alex actually blushed and nodded, mumbling something about guessing so. Taking a long swig of his whiskey he looked at his younger sister and smiled kindly. He loved her. She was his best friend for a few years. And the shock of almost losing her had made him bolder in his life. It led to him secretly crediting her with his ability to actually propose to Farrah.

He chuckled to himself.

“What?” She asked.

“He talked about you, you know, Price. Never said your name, but he talked about his daughter and how if we made it out of there in one piece he would do his best to reconnect with her. He would do right by her.” Alex murmured.

Salacia didn’t know why that was such a knife to the gut...but it was. Hearing that her father had missed her just as much as she had him. That he thought about her in dire moments. Wanted to find her again. And knowing that it was the truth, because Alex wouldn’t lie to her about this.

He wouldn’t.

She knew that much.

A tear rolled down her cheek and landed in her tea.

“Shit, I didn’t mean to make you cry!” Alex exclaimed.

“It’s not a bad cry...it’s just...Kate really did something amazing for everyone didn’t she?” Salacia laughed.

“Yeah, I guess she did.” Alex laughed, “I like Greta by the way. Badass lady.”

“Yeah, she is.” Salacia chuckled, finally taking a sip of her tea.

—

The sun was high in the sky and Salacia was smiling. She was having lunch with Farrah, Hazel, Greta, and Rami while everyone else was off. Rami liked the grandmotherly attention that Greta was giving him.

“So, who is arriving today?” Greta asked.

“It was supposed to just be Horangi.” Salacia laughed while sipping her iced tea.

“Your friends from Mexico aren’t coming up?” Greta asked.

“Yes, but with how full the houses are becoming, they don’t want to impose by staying here, they’re flying out this evening and staying at a hotel.” Salacia laughed.

She looked out over the vast green lawn now full of tables and chairs and having the final touches of decorations added. Hazel had asked her friend in town who ran the flower shop to make her bouquet, and the boutonnières, as well as supplying the other flowers for the tables and her maid of honor, and of course the mix of petals for the flower girl who would be arriving later that evening. They were even given a discount.

The delivery for the flowers was set for late in the afternoon, Hazel had spent all morning setting up a place to store the flowers overnight in her craft shed. The wedding was definitely more DIY than expected, but Salacia was happy. It felt wonderful to have her hands in everything. Also, she knew that so many places overcharge for wedding related items, and they wanted to enjoy their honeymoon more than they wanted an extravagant ceremony.

Plus, König was an only child with only his mother left in his family, and she had gone no contact with most of her family. So there wasn’t going to be a large gathering of people in the first place. Not that either she or her fiancé wanted that. They weren’t the type to enjoy huge crowds. So their select little group to be the center of attention within...was perfect for them.

She smiled sweetly seeing König, her father, and Alex talking happily.

Her family got along.

It was a wonderful thing.

Her phone chimes letting her know that her cake was ready to be picked up. She smiled and texted Kate who was in town meeting with the caterer and grabbing groceries anyway. She also reminded her what kind of paprika she needed.

It was the night before her wedding and she was planning on making dinner. The same dinner she made the night her beloved König proposed.

—

The Rindsgulasch bubbled on the stove as Salacia was working on a cheese and onion soda bread to go with it. She had talked with Farrah before to be sure she and Rami could eat it. She was thankful there didn’t seem to be any issues.

She put the bread in the oven and smiled proudly.

She was a little sad that Phillip and Sprite could not make it, their flight being delayed and all. So it would just be this already large group.

“Are you sure you should be exhausting yourself cooking before your wedding?” A voice from behind her piped up making her jump and turn around laughing.

It was Gaz, another one of the special forces guys her father had seemed to adopt rather than fully lead. She laughed softly seeing his friendly smirk.

“Maybe, but this meal is special, just like the night is. Besides, I’m not going to be seeing König after dinner, at least until the altar.” She said with a smile, “I made almost this exact same meal the night he proposed...he had a plan, some wonderful idea to propose...and I would have loved it...but he came in after a mission that went almost three weeks longer than expected...saw me making his favorite meal…” She smiled looking out the window at König playing happily with her nephew; he was better with kids than he realized, “He told me later it was how I fit into every part of his life just perfectly...he couldn’t help it...it just slipped out. I couldn’t have asked for a better proposal.”

Gaz smiled, she looked so happy. He could see both Price and Kate in her at this moment. Even though she wasn’t blood related to Kate, he could see how she had been there and helped form her into this lovely young woman.

“I’m sorry, about giving you the runaround, we all are. With our lives and our careers...yeah, it’s shitty...but that’s why.” He said.

She smiled, they had all apologized once before, but they seemed to be working to make sure she knew.

“I forgive you, Gaz. And...thank you, for having his back out there...Kate told me you’ve saved his ass before. I still have a dad because of that.” She said with a smile.

The young man shuffled his feet shyly. He wasn’t usually uncomfortable dealing with people, but hearing her say that...hit him right in the heart. He smiled, both touched and proud.

“So what are you making?” Gaz asked, walking over, “I’m kind of the foodie of the 141.”

“It’s rindsgulasch, it’s a kind of beef stew, this specifically is a Viennese rindsgulasch, so an Austrian specific goulash. It’s König’s favorite meal.” She chuckled, “I guess I said that already, but it’s his mother’s recipe as well. I’m also baking cheese and caramelized onion Irish soda bread.” She grinned, “I got it from my Dad.” She laughed, “He probably doesn’t remember me copying down old recipes from his mother’s recipe box...but yeah...it’s a favorite of mine. Plus…”

“You don’t need to let it rise for hours.” Gaz grinned, “My mom made amazing Soda Bread.”

Salacia grinned, “I also made desert earlier, my mom’s peach cobbler, and Hazel was nice enough to make homemade vanilla ice cream to go with that.”

“Just a comfort meal.” Gaz said.

“And it's a bit of every part of my life.” She said.

“All different recipes from different people who matter to you, but also...yours now.” Gaz said.

“You get it.” She chuckled.

Gaz nodded and walked over looking at the stew bubbling on the stove. It smelled amazing.

“You know, you really do remind me of your dad...Kate as well.” He laughed.

“Kate’s not the blood relative, Gaz.” She teased.

“But I bet she had a lot to do with that attitude, huh?” He winked.

She laughed and conceded.

Her aunt Kate had indeed helped this attitude to blossom.

—

Dinner was served and eaten, everyone was happy with the meal. Salacia is so proud of herself. She enjoyed making big meals like this. She’d started cooking when her mom got sick. But she really got into it as a teen living with her aunts. But her whole, amazing family was together, enjoying a meal. It was amazing.

—

Salacia kissed König lovingly as they were set to part ways that evening. Tomorrow was their wedding day, and while they weren’t the most traditional of couples, they did feel like some traditions were meant to be.

Not to mention how superstitious Salacia could be.

He smiled and hugged her close after their kiss parted.

“It’s going to be hard to sleep without you.” He murmured.

“You do it all the time.” She teased, “Weeks at a time.”

“Just because I can doesn’t mean it’s easy.” He chuckled, “Ich liebe dich, mein Katzchen.”

“Ich liebe dich, my savior.” She murmured, kissing him once more.

He headed to the guest house and she smiled widely. She couldn’t believe it, by the end of the next day...they would be married.

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Snake in the grass (König x F!reader)

Chapter 6:

Prologue Pt:1 Pt:2 Pt:3 Pt:4 Pt:5

Synopsis: In which your military unit, Taskforce 141, undertake their most straining mission yet. You are sent undercover in Kortacs base to extract stolen arsenal, but what happens when their colonel gets too close?

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The briefing was very efficient. They work differently to Taskforce141.

Rather than details and debates over an upcoming mission, they take the information in quickly with no questions asked.

The mission was intel. In and out. Easy.

Three soldiers were to be chosen for the job. All would sneak in, take the information and sneak out as if you were never there.

Everyone watched König speak and guide through the briefing intently. You happened to catch his eyes multiple times.

Of course your name was on the rota. You had yet to prove yourself to the others. Therefore you were a definitive candidate for this.

Looking over the other names listed, you smirk beneath your sniper hood.

No matter who joined you on this mission, you could see how they operate.

Their strengths and weaknesses...

Ideal in your circumstance.

By the end of the meeting, it had been decided that König and Horangi would be joining you.

Initially, you were irritated.

This stupid Colonel. He must've done it on purpose to keep toying with your mind. Whether he figured you out or had simply taken a liking towards you.

It was impossible to decide which just yet.

However, you came to realise even though you'd be forced into his presence (more than you'd like) you could decide what type of soldier he was.

How you could work around him when the main mission you undertook finally came about.

A dim navy sky washed over the landscape. Dark green muddy grass stretched for miles around you with trees ranging in shapes and sizes dotted around the land.

The countryside of Austria. A place you had never seen before.

It was quiet with only the wind making sudden appearances by whistling in your ears.

Beside you lay two men in the dark foliage, König and Horangi. The three of you had been waiting, watching and ever so slowly shuffling forward towards a farm.

This farm that lay ahead of you was the location you were ordered to retrieve the intel from. A farm surrounded by animals now resting for the night whilst hiding secrets of a military group who is suspected of working against kortac.

It also just so happens to be a military unit who you had worked alongside on previous missions in Taskforce 141.

You pushed that thought aside.

This wasn’t betrayal. This was for the greater good.

It was guarded- yet surprisingly less than you'd assume. Perhaps they were low on manpower.

"Now." König whispers, yet despite his hushed voice his tone was still as powerful and stern.

With his order the three of you crept closer and closer towards the dark wooden barn, still out of sight in your camouflaged gear and uniforms.

The tall dark wood of the building stood over you, casting a cover in the already dark atmosphere. The three of you slowly rose to your feet, yet crouched in an attempt to keep your bodies from taking up too much space.

Stealth was needed for this mission. Yet that was no issue for you. The British military train their soldiers based more on stealth than power.

That's the key to being the victor on the battlefield.

It doesn't matter how built or trained an enemy is as long as they don't see you coming- a motto your old captain gave before every mission.

Horangi glanced round the side of the barn, peering over to the guards stood by the entrance.

One was smoking, lazily holding his rifle as the other gazed across the landscape taking his job far more seriously than the other.

Horangi turned back to you and König, deciphering the next move.

König looked down to you, judging to see if you'd take the lead.

You blatantly ignored his eyes before whispering an order to horangi. He nodded and followed your command.

His body moved silently back to the edge of the wall, peering subtly to the entrance where the guards stood, awaiting your move.

Before König could piece the plan together, you reappeared on the other side of the barn also peering from behind the wall at the guards.

König smirked under the mask as he watched you and Horangi.

Almost frighteningly silently, you crept behind the guard closest to you. The one whom was more focused, giving you the harder target.

However, you were on this mission to prove yourself. So, prove yourself you did.

Horangi mirrored your movement behind the smoking guard and in sync the two of you strike. One hand over their mouth, the other holding a pocket blade to their thick throats and slicing it mercilessly. 

Two loud thumps hit the ground as the men collapsed. They chocked and groaned while blood spewed out their bodies before their gasping eased into nothingness.

König stepped forward, locking eyes with you before returning to the mission ahead. You saw a glint of something in his eyes, but you were unsure of exactly what.

Pride?

Could be.

Curiosity?

Possibly...

Jealousy?

Unlikely.

Passion?

Also unlikely.

Obsession?

Maybe...

The tall Austrian stood outside the barn doors, leaning his ear under the hood against it and listening for any men inside.

It seemed to be empty.

He looked back at you and horangi, ensuring you were both ready before opening the wide door gradually.

Silence ate away inside the barn.

It was too quiet. Almost unnaturally.

The two men with you walked around with a  silence that seemed impossible, given how large they were, and checking in every possible crevice for the intel.

You scanned the room from the doorway, still uneasy over the silence inside.

It didn't feel normal.

It was too easy to get in.

Just as Horangi searched a wooden crate, the darkness moved.

Your body went into fight or flight mode. Breath held by your lungs and eyes stuck onto the emptiness beside your teammate.

Everything happened so fast.

One minute you're scanning the room carefully, the next your combat knife is flung swiftly through the air and into a dark figures neck.

Horangi jumped into action by the sound of a man chocking on his own blood, finally noticing the hidden guard before finishing him off.

König swivelled to face the action, gun raised and ready.

"Nice one, lieutenant." Horangi muttered before looking over to you, blood splattered over his gloves.

You nod before moving around the room to aid in the search for intel.

König had paused, watching you again with those watery blue eyes that could pierce through walls.

Once again, you ignored his look as a thought struck your mind...

He already knew there was a guard present, he just wanted to see what you'd do.

Maybe, you doubt he'd ever admit to that.

Before long the information had been discovered. A few maps, some paperwork spreadsheets and descriptions of the bombs this unit was holding.

The mission was almost over, the three of you just needed to make it back.

"We should go. Before more guards arrive." König declared in one more hush tone before leading the three of you out.

Everything outside the barn remained as it was. The cold air still pricking your skin, wind occasionally blowing into your ears, two guards slumped over on the grass, animals still resting in their flocks.

Within seconds you were crawling back through the grass on your stomach.

These soldiers were highly efficient. And from your time so far being here, you noticed they all were incredibly strong and tall.

You thought Ghost was a tall guy? The men here could probably reach the sun if they stretched out enough.

Maybe that was where all their focus went.

Power and speed.

All you could see ahead of you was that damn mountain of a man, crawling.

How does he possibly sleep at night?!

He must get an extra wide and lengthy bed.

How unfair on the other soldiers.

Just because he's too tall for his own good, you scoff internally.

Personally, you'd be raging at Laswell for allowing Ghost to have a larger bed than yours.

Your eyes land beside you, seeing sheep huddled up in groups and sleeping peacefully.

It was calming.

How easy it must be to live as a sheep. Their pack is chosen for them already. They live simple lives. They don't need to scavenge around looking for a form of income after education. They don't need to stress over paying rent or finding a job that won't see you as some worthless intern.

It's so simple-

"Magda." A voice called, sounding impatient and cutting you from your thoughts from before joining the military.

You look over and we're greeted by Horangi's masked face amongst the grass.

"Tak? (Yes?)" you responded all while the three of you continued to crawl your way back to the treeline and mossy foliage.

"Thanks for that out there. I'd be a goner if it wasn't for you." He whispered over to you with a smile audible in his voice. "You're really sharp." He added.

Teammates complimenting your abilities: tick!

Magdalena will do just fine here.

"Thank you." You utter quietly before turning to face ahead of you again.

Your first mission was a success. Now- plenty more to work through before the true job was complete.

That bloody missile was coming home with you.

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finished beach day with konig and sergey

I really like how i rendered, im getting better!!

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Havent posted in awhile, and havent drawn, but today i felt something and it was my ability to draw again

So its beach Day (wip) for Konig and Sergey (sergey got a revamp)