Mumma Bear
Pairing: König x Injured!Reader
Themes/Warnings: Mentions of blood, mentions of violence and torture, soft angst, caring König, protective reader, some fluff- might continue with a proper soft caring König
Notes: the COD boys have my absolute heart atm. It all stems from fanfiction and tumblr writing, I'm sorry, I haven't played the games. Feedback and critism are welcome!
I really hate how Tumblr formats my writing!! Sorry for the massive gaps, I wrote this in Ellipus and copied-pasted it from there. I'm too lazy to go through and edit the spacing ❤️
You could hear them just outside your cell door. Fists meeting faces. Bones being broken. Stifled cries that caused a fresh torrent of anger to burn through your bruised and broken body.
Your boys…your men…your team…barely out of the training field…with barely enough experience for the field…caught up in a mess meant to break you.
And they were holding strong. You knew they were. Because you'd be dead if they told these people who you were.
That's at least what you suspected. Because why else would they be asking for your name over and over again?
Your cell was a metal storage unit. One of those long containers ferried on ships with added chains to keep you securely in place. Arms over your head, your fists cuffed at odd angles and your feet barely touching the cold ground- you swung lazily back in forth. Twitching whenever you heard one of your boys cry out…
Hold on… You wanted to tell them. Hold on just a little longer and I'll get you all out of here.
But you never had a chance to promise them this. Your captors tortured them outside your container but never dragged their unconscious bodies in for you to see. They only gloated about it.
Waving their busted knuckles in your face, forcing you to look at the blood that caked their fists. Spitting insults and smirking about how the youngest recruit couldn't see the punches coming because his eyes were swollen shut.
They must like how you looked dangling, helpless, but so full of rage your eyes promised silent vengence.
You couldn't do anything to help them…your team…your boys…they were just out of reach…
Rain fell heavily beyond the metal cell. So thunderous were these fat drops that you could barely hear your own thoughts. A chill began to creep into your skin, giving you some respite against the ache that burned through your limbs.
Hours would pass like this. Days, even. You weren't sure how long you've been hanging in this dark prison.
Between being unconscious, hunger and the pain; your reality was beginning to warp together into blurred images of fractured faces.
The door to your cell opened. Spilling bright white light into the dark container from a man's torch strapped to his head. He blinded you, making you wince, as he said something- but you couldn't hear him over the storm.
Water pooled in behind him as the wind howled outside. It was freezing! You almost growled at the man to shut the damn door.
"Hungry, bitch?" The man's voice was barely audible over the rain now he was closer. He placed something at your feet.. a plate of porridge..still steaming with heat straight out of the pot. "Tell me your name and I'll let you eat."
It was the same tactic everytime. They would offer you something- food, clothes, a break from the pain but would ask for your name in return.
And everytime you said nothing.
You were pretty sure you haven't said a word since you were captured. Other than one order to your team as you were dragged to the ground- "Don't tell them anything!"
And even here, even when your stomach clenched painfully and your mouth tried to salivate with the smell of sweet porridge, your lips stayed sealed.
The torch jolstled as the man laughed. "Suit yourself. But I ain't feeding ya. Maybe a few minutes of-"
There was a crack of bone and the blinding light snapped to the left. The man crumbled to the ground with a heavy thud, spilling the bowl's contents over your feet, and in his place was Levi. One of your boys.
He nearly tripped over the body. Gasping and cursing as he stumbled, holding his side.
"Hang on, Captain. Have to find the damn keys." Levi's voice sounded rough and he moved with a limp, bending over with a soft grunt as he patted down the dead man's sides.
You could have fainted with relief if the situation wasn't so dire. "The others?" Your own voice sounded foriegn to your ears. As rough as sandpaper.
"Andy and Riley are outside." Levi explained, finding the keys he shuffled over to your hanging form and reached up to uncuff your bleeding wrists. He winced as he stretched. And this close, you could smell the blood, bile and piss on him.
His entire face was swollen and bruised. You spotted missing teeth when he continued talking. "Sammy is trying to find a radio and Tye…he can't see…"
"Where is he?" You asked, grunting as your arms fell to your sides. Your knees buckled and you fell to the floor with a crash of leadened limbs and bloodied skin.
"He told us to leave him-"
"Where. Is. He?" You spat through your teeth, clenching against the pain as you forced your legs to carry you. Snatching up the dead man's weapon as you practically crawled over him.
Levi aided where he could. But he wasn't in any state to help you. His own wounds were blatant in the way he walked, barely able to hold himself upright- there was no chance he could carry your wieght as well.
"Across camp, to the south by the barracks." Levi told you. Pointing towards a series of buildings that was lit up by the lights circling the camp. The rain made everything sparkle but foggy, as if you were looking through a misted window towards a city. "They tied us up against the fence. Riley got loose. Came looking for you before bouncing."
You ducked behind a vehicle parked just outside your container. You spotted Andy across the way, hidden amongst the shadows of a large canvas tent. Only visible to you when he shifted to catch your attention. You nodded towards him. Then turned to Levi, twitching when Riley materilized out of the rain. Sliding underneath Levi's arm to support him.
"Do you have a rendevous point with Sam?" You asked and Riley nodded.
"West side of the camp. Once he's found a radio or called for aid, he'll meet us there."
"Get yourselves over here and if you have an opening to go, take it." You said and handed Riley the gun. He looked confused and you saw the arguement in his eyes. "You're my responsibility. Including Tye. You focus on getting everyone out. I'll make sure Tye meets up with you."
Out of your boys, Riley had stepped up more than once to take control of a situation. He was smart; probably too smart for his own good, but he was always the first to take on the role others shied away from.
He stepped up. Just as you knew he would in this moment.
Riley looked at the gun, to you and then to Levi and nodded. "See you soon, Captain." Was his farewell before hauling Levi out of cover. Andy followed suit. Passing close enough to touch your shoulder before hurrying after Riley.
The three of them disappeared into the rain and you forced your body to move. The camp was empty. The residents were hiding inside out of the rain. Leaving the muddy grounds open for you to trek across camp entirely unseen.
There were no watch-towers. No guards patrolling. A big mistake on these fuckers part. But quite fortunate for you.
Because you managed to find the posts your boys were tied up to quickly. Water mixed with blood in shallow puddles and the cut ropes from your teams capture were left laying in the rain.
Tye, however, was nowhere to be seen.
You used the ground to track him. Amongst the mess of boot-prints and deep tracks from cars, you found a fresh trail of deep grooves in the wet dirt.
Someone being dragged, kicking and flailing, by three people.
You followed it into a small shed just a small ways from where your boys had been tied up.
And you heard the commotion before you even opened the door. Even with the rain and distant thunder; the sound of fists striking flesh, threats and demands made on laughing voices; told you exactly what was happening before you even opened the door.
Three men had Tye in a chair. Unbound but his arms grappled behind his back by the third man. The other two were taking turns punching Tye's stomach. Forcing his head back so they could strike him across the face with their knuckles.
The poor kid's face was swollen to the point of bursting. His eyes were closed, bloodied and dappled with color. His clothes were torn and you spotted angry red welts across his exposed chest… the rage from before burned through you and the man holding back Tye's arms, looked up to see a blur of fury charging into his comrade.
The first man you tackled died with his own knife buried into his throat. The second lunged for a weapon but you kicked his legs out from under him, your boot then coming down on the back of his head- knockng him out cold.
The third tried using Tye as a shield, but when your boy sensed the oppotunity, he threw back his head and cracked his scalp against his captor's nose. It gave him enough leverage to tear away from the man and allow you to throw the fucker against a wall.
You slammed his head three times against the bricks and he crumbled like a sack of potatoes.
"C-Captain?" It broke your heart to hear such a happy kid sound so scared. He could barely stand.
"Let's get you out of here." You replied in a soft tone, letting his hands find yours as he reached out for you. Blind to the room, you threw his arm over your shoulders and guided him out of the building.
"The others-"
"They're on their way out. Surely, you didn't think I was going to leave you behind." You assured him, pulling his wieght onto you, despite your own body wanting to fall face first into the cool mud. "I got you."
Your words seemed to break the last of his resolve. He all but collasped against you, mumbling incoherent words until you hushed him. The two of you stumbled through the rain, keeping to the shadows as much as you could. The storm was getting worse.
The wind howled like a beast. Clawing at the pair of you with enough force to almost topple you both over.
Almost there… You told yourself. The west side fence had a hole in it. Cut recently, you imagined, by your boys and their rush for freedom. You didn't spy anyone waiting around…until Riley stepped out of the shadows like the damn wraith he was, and took Tye from you.
"Sammy phoned home." Riley hurried said, easing Tye through the fence first. "But we need to leave. He had to shoot a few to get back to us. It won't be long until they're found."
You nodded, letting your boys crawl to freedom first before following. You took Tye's other side and together with Riley, dragged him out of the mud and into the forest beyond the camp.
You got maybe a few feet into the trees before a sirens split the night open and suddenly the camp behind you flared to life.
A glance over your shoulder allowed you a glimpse of many bodies rushing for vehicles, sprinting through the camp until someone spotted the fence and began following.
You took the weapon from Riley and shoved your boys up a slope. "Go! Keep running and do not look back!"
"Captain!" Your boys shouted after you. But you were already running, sprinting until you found the first man that wasn't your team and fired. The body fell with a hole through his skull and the shot boomed through the storm. Your pursurers dove to the ground, shouts of warning filled the forest before returning fire forced you to duck behind cover.
Using the thick trunks to shield you from a hail of bullets, you ran into the storm and away from your boys.
You didn't stop until you ran out of bullets. A trail of corpses followed you until you no longer heard the enemy shouts.
You weren't even sure how long you've been running. Your legs ached and your lungs never had enough air. It was a miracle you haven't been caught already.
The first rays of sunlight trickled through the clouds. When did it stop raining? You don't remember the dark storm dispersing.
At least they're not shooting at me anymore.
You stumbled to a stop. Tripping over a tree root, you collasped against a sturdy trunk and leaned against it. Your breathes came out in heavy wheezes. Your sight faded in and out of focus.
"Don't you dare faint." You growled at yourself. "You cannot run all this way just to faint right now."
Your little pep-talk was interrupted by voices echoing through the fog. They sounded distant but with each whispered word, you made out they were closing in.
Pushing off your tree, you kept running. More or less, moving as quickly as your body allowed through an endless sea of grey cloud and dark trees. Until you stumbled onto the porch of a house. Long since abandoned by its owners, with decaying wooden walls and broken glass windows; but it would do.
You climbed the stairs to the second floor and closed the door to a room that would have once been the master bedroom.
The furniture was gone. The harsh smell of mold and mildew hung in the air as you eased your numb body into a sitting position against the wall. Facing the door.
You would at least meet them face first if your pursuors stumbled over this place like you did. You didn't have a weapon…and you barely had the strength to keep your eyes open… yeah… whoever came through that door would have the easiest kill of their life for sure…
You didn't dare let your eyes close. But listened for the approaching footsteps. Even with the wind and soft patter of rain on the ruined roof, you heard them approaching.
You picked up on five distinct voices. Chattering to someone on a radio.
"Found a building…they might have taken shelter…"
"Remember, this fucker is dangerous. Don't let them get close. We don't know if they're armed."
You at least had that in your favor.
The creaking wood of the front porch announced their arrival. Their entry was silent. You dragged yourself to your feet, wincing when the floor groaned underneath you…fuck…
That was it.
The soft press of boots approached your door. The aduible click of a gun being cocked had your heart racing. You raised your hands and inched closer to the door. If you could just grab one of them…. Maybe you had a chance...
Something bounced on the floor-boards. Rolling towards your door.
"Grenade!" A soldier screamed and suddenly the hallway beyond your sanctuary exploded. You jumped away from the wall as cracks formed through the plaster and pieces of metal splintered through the wood.
Gunfire rattled the house. Bodies hit the ground and within seconds of chaos erupting, it ended. Silence, swallowed by light pattering of rain, followed.
Three heart-beats later, a quiet, near inaudble voice called your name and you nearly sank back to the ground again.
"Konig, I'm alive."
The door swung open immedately and a titan of a man rushed into the room. He was drenched in water. His cowl clung to his face like a second skin, framing a gaze that was so full of rage you bristled beneath it's heat.
You swayed, the last of your energy slipped through your grasp as you forced your cracked lips to smile. "Now how did you get from-"
"You've been gone for a week." Was his response, crossing the room in two long strides to steady you. The fire in his eyes sputtered out when you grunted at his touch. His fingers, as gentle as a man his size could, could not land without touching some bruised part of you.
His breathing quickened, this close you could hear his teeth grinding together. "How bad?"
It was somewhat charming to hear his usually calm demeanor sharpen at the edges. The way his eyes bounced between injury to blood stain to bruise, you could tell the state of you was adding fuel to an already mountainous pyre.
"I think I'm about to pass out." You admitted. Knowing better than to lie to him. Somehow, he just knew when you were trying to hide something. "The boys-"
"Already evac'ed out." Konig grunted and you allowed him to move up beside you. "They had to be wrestled onto the heli. Wanted to join the search to look for you."
Stooping down, Konig uttered a soft apology before sweeping your legs out from under you. You barely had time to resist! The sudden dip and lift had your ribs grinding together and you slammed your lips closed to stop yourself from screaming.
Gritting your teeth, you gave into the mortifying situation. "If you utter a single syllable about this to anyone…"
There was no chuckle or twinkling reply in his eyes. His hands held you as if you were made of glass; his fingers splayed carefully across your sides and taking each step as if you'd shatter from the tiniest jostle.
You concentrated on staying awake. Breathing in as much as your ribs would allow to keep your sight from dipping into darkness.
"Last I heard..you were..across the ocean.." Each word hurt, making you gasp as Konig carried you down the stairs and into the room that could have been the lounge-room once.
Using the tip of his boot, he dragged a wooden box away from the wall and placed you down ontop of it.
"A little bird told me you went MIA during a field test with your new team." Konig explained. He knelt down beside you, resting one knee on the ground to balance himself as he ruffled through his many pockets.
The vest had numerous knives and ammuntions. His belt held a few holsters but he clicked open a small pouch by his hip, producing a roll of clean bandages.
You would never admit it, but the way Konig seemed to freeze as he checked each injury, his gloved fingers ghosting over welts and open cuts; it was endearing…in a morbid sort of way.
"They wanted me alive." You explained, lifting the left side of you ruined shirt to display a slash that was swollen and angry. "Wanted my name for some reason. That's all they kept asking."
Konig was no medic but at least his touch was gentle. He moved slowly, letting you lean against his broad shoulder as he wrapped what he could.
You had to keep talking or unconsciousness was going to take you. "How'd you find me?"
"Followed the bodies." He replied. His voice felt like thunder through your skin. "Then when they ran out, I made my own path. Those upstairs were the last ones."
"How badly hurt were the boys?" You asked.
"Don't know. I didn't stick around long enough to ask." He admitted. You rested your cheek against his shirt. He smelled like rain and old clothes. "They said you ran east. So I went east."
His fingers brushed against your side and you hissed, squeezing your eyes shut against the flash of white hot pain.
Konig's apology whispered through his cowl.
When he was done, you tried to move away to let him stand but Konig settled an arm around your shoulders. Tenderly forcing you to rest against him.
"Don't need you falling to the floor." He said. But there was no humor behind his tone, just ice.
You mumbled something, but even to you it was incoherent. Licking your lips, you forced your next words to be heard.
"Wake me if there's trouble."
The massive form of muscle shifted beneath you as your eyes finally closed. And you felt his cowl brush against the side of your head as he sighed against your shoulder.
Whatever he said next was lost to the fog of sleep.
