Snake in the grass (König x F!reader)
Chapter 2:
Prologue Pt:1 Pt:3 Pt:4 Pt:5 Pt:6
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?
AN: this story is also on my wattpad!! @ilovedilfsandhateyou :3 I’ll be updating them both simultaneously x
The winds picked up a bit. The clouds have gotten darker too, hiding the spring sun making it feel colder than you'd like.
You drop the butt of your cigarette and stomp it out on the ground beneath you with your boot.
Today's the day you're drafted to Kortac's base in Austria.
After the briefing you had a few days ago, you spoke with Shepard and Laswell over the plan for yourself.
The role you'll be playing in this was much more complicated than the rest of the taskforce's. However, since the meeting with Shepard and Laswell you came to realise you really were the best soldier for this.
Growing up, you had a polish best friend who stayed in your life to this day.
What an amazing woman she was.
She taught you polish, despite it being such a difficult language. You also learned of her culture, how her country works and the beauty in it. Over the years of knowing her, you in fact mastered the polish accent.
(Maybe to tease her...but nonetheless you can imitate it well.)
Therefore, you'll be acting as a polish lieutenant who moved to Kortac from one of their allied units due to your language skills, bravery and hand-to-hand combat ability surpassing their other soldiers.
Sounds easy enough.
So far.
Your footsteps pick up as you walk around the outskirts of the base's building, passing by the familiar gym and mess hall that housed soldiers going about their business.
None of them knew what you were about to face. You were about to be a cut of meat thrown into shark infested waters.
One small screw up could cost you your life and the objective of the mission.
In the distance you spot the landing pad with Nikolai's dark camo helicopter stood atop it. As you approach, you spot your team talking with Shepard while Nikolai readies the heli.
A breath flees your nose, regulating yourself.
This mission was intense.
But you were going to do your team and country proud.
That's just the soldier you are.
You've faced worse anyways, being captured and tortured by the Russians was a tough day to say the least.
Gaz raises a hand in the air, waving to you once he spotted your approach causing the others to notice you.
"Sergeant. Good to see you." Shepherd grins towards you in greeting as you neared.
"And you, general." You nod.
Gaz beams, "ready for your debut as a polish LT?" He quips, nudging you.
A laugh erupts from you, "since the day I joined the military, mate. Always been a dream of mine." You joke.
"Remember, Zombie. Keep to yourself, stay focused at all times, blend in with them." Price utters with a reassuring smile as he hands you a black sniper hood.
A mask.
Damn.
Now you get to see what it's like in Ghost's shoes...being mysterious behind a mask for once.
The fabric of the sniper hood in your palm feels coarse and thin as you take it from Price.
You pull it over your head and adjust it slightly, leaving your appearance hidden with the mask revealing only a slight glimpse of your eyes.
"Understood, Cap." You murmur from behind the inky coloured fabric.
"She's all ready!" Nikolai calls as he hops into the drivers seat of the aircraft now that it had been accurately prepped.
All eyes move from him to you, knowing this is it.
This is the moment you are no longer sergeant y/n 'zombie' l/n but lieutenant Magdalena Wójcik.
"See you in a month." Ghost growls out.
"Good luck out there." Soap smiles.
"Do us proud, y/n" Gaz adds.
Price grins and pats your back and as you step towards the passenger side of the helicopter, shepherd speaks up.
"Bring back that missile."
"Will do, sir." You say confidently with a determined look before sliding into the aircraft beside Nikolai.
As the helicopters blades begin to spin and pick up speed, you look out the window over to your team.
"Ready?" Nikolai asks looking over to you.
Your head nods in agreement as your eyes remain on the other members of TF141. They look up at where you sit in the now rising helicopter.
Pride blooms in your chest.
They chose you for this mission. For your skills. For your abilities. For being you.
This is what you were made for.
You give them all a small salute as a final goodbye before you're finally flying off and the journey begins.
Hours passed in that damn vehicle. The seat under you had become so uncomfortable it felt as though you were sat on a pile of needles.
Nikolai found your complaining entertaining however, so atleast one of you enjoyed the trip.
All you could really do to pass time in the aircraft was watch the world move by and make small talk with Nikolai. It was enjoyable before a few hours in where it became more of a challenge to not jump out the window from boredom.
Thankfully, you neared the landing spot four klicks from kortac's base.
Laswell had informed you that there was an ally amidst the soldiers there. He was a Slovene sergeant named Lovro Golob.
This man would allegedly be meeting you at the landing point and taking you into the base, which seemed to be a good way of making your entry appear more legitimate.
There was no room for mistakes or loose ends now.
"Alright. Here we are." Nikolai announced as the helicopter circled an empty field with a figure emerging from the treeline in the distance below.
The aircraft slowly lowered itself down onto the green blades of grass with you gazing out the window once more, trying to inspect the silhouette of the person moving towards you.
"Cheers, Nik." You turn and grin at him, "I've never been more happy to stand." You joke, given how numb your legs started to feel.
A rough chuckle sounds out from the Russian as you hop off the heli and stretch, facing the ominous person walking through the field.
"You want me to stay for a moment, y/n?" He asks looking over to you through the open door.
"Nah. I'll be fine." You respond before turning your head back to face him.
"No need to worry, I'll get that intel and missile back before you can even think of planning my funeral." You joke with a grin.
Another laugh escaped him, this time softer. "alright, I'll see you soon. До свидания! (Goodbye)" He calls out as you slam the helicopter door shut and wave to him whilst walking towards the nearing figure.
The aircraft raised into the sky once more with Nikolai now on his leave.
You sighed softly and sauntered towards the individual. They had come far closer now compared to when you first spotted them and their face was identical to the one you saw on the file of the man you're supposed to be meeting.
A male with a buzz cut, thick brown moustache, fuzzy brows and gentle hazel eyes. Large grin plastered across his face. Thin but muscular build and average height.
He looked more like a happy-go-lucky tour guide than a military sergeant that had killed men in the field.
This is him, then. Lovro Golob.
You raise your hand into the air in a wave as you approach each other.
"Hello! You must be Y/n! Or should I say Magdalena." The man calls out cheerfully despite the serious situation, full of smiles.
"That's me. Lovro, right?" You respond, assessing the man as you are now faced with him.
"Correct! Pleasure to meet you. I've heard plenty from Laswell of you. You sound like a good fit for this mission." He utters, clasping his gloved hands together.
"Well, thank you." You say with a polite smile.
"Come. Let's go." Lovro leads as he turns back to the treeline and gestures for you.
With a nod, the two of you begin the walk in the direction of the base. Kortac's base.
No going back.
This mission would push you to the limits. Test you. Make or break the capable sergeant you claim to be.
Once you step foot in that building, flooded with enemy soldiers from all over the world with high ranks and unbelievable strength, you'll have to retain a cool and simple exterior.
Keep suspecting eyes away from you.
Maintain the aim of the mission.
Be a snake in the grass.
