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It’s a hot fucking day. The sun is blazing, the bugs are out, and you’re sweating balls. There’s a breeze but it’s humid and it only makes you feel itchier. The shade from the tree the two of you are underneath doesn’t seem to be helping either. You don’t know how König is doing it. That ghillie suit along with the mask and balaclava has you dizzy and you’re not the one wearing it. You squint against the visible sun rays as you look across the grassy lands trying to spot any sign of, well, anything. Against your post on the ground you squirm not wanting to out yourselves with any large movements.
König notices and puts his binoculars down to look at you. You continue to stare out into the land, not wanting to miss anything and ruin the mission. “Stop moving, you’ll blow our cover,” he hushes. “Shit, I know but it feels like there are bugs crawling all over me. This damn heat,” you growl. König just snickers and goes back to looking through the binoculars. As you lay there forcing yourself to stay still you spot something in the corner of your eye. A dark figure in between the trees, you instantly become rigid. You count, there are two enemies still a couple feet away behind some bushes, but they’re quickly approaching the end of the tree line. “König, contact three o’clock, two enemies.” König stuffs the binoculars into one of his pockets and hides his gun.
You’re usually not this agitated, you blame the heat. “Fuck, they’ll easily see me. Our cover is going to be blown.” The enemy footsteps are getting louder and you’re running out of options. “König we’re going to have to engage,” you wager. “No, I have an idea! Bear with me, I know the heat is bothering you.” Your confused face contorts into one of surprise when he shuffles over and lays his entire body on top of you. Even though König is doing his best not to suffocate you, you feel the air knocked out of your lungs. “W-what, what’re yo-” You’re quieted when König brings a palm over your mouth.
Your face becomes hotter and so does the pit of your stomach, both innocent butterflies and a passionate burning. “The grass is tall enough. Don’t move and they won’t see us,” he whispers in your ear. You mumble something incoherent and König leans in closer, his grip tightening over your mouth. “Shh.” And you feel your stomach do backflips as you nod.
You’re so stiff, you don’t dare move feeling his bulge right up against your ass. It has your heart pounding more than the thought of the enemies being a foot away from you. You can feel König’s deep breathing against your back as the enemies continue to pass by. There's no doubt König’s idea will work, but you feel like you’ll pass out by the end of it. The enemy steps impossibly close and you squint your eyes, ready to ambush if things actually go south.
“Hey, are you sure you heard something this way? Looks like nothin’ to me, probably just an animal.” Your shallow breathing stills when the soldier steps on a twig as he walks away from the two of you. His teammate comes back and the two stand behind the tree. “Swore I heard talking,” he questions before sighing, “Guess it’s the heat making me all,” you hear his gear click as he gestures. Then he sighs, “How many hours have we been out here?”
His partner speaks up tiredly, “Too long man… too long. Anyway, we gotta head out south - meet up with the others, c’mon.” A sigh leaves your lips as you hear the footsteps fade back into the trees. König finally removes his hand, “Did I hurt you at all?” That’s the first thing he asks. “No, ‘m fine,” you mumble looking down at the blades of grass flustered. He’s still on top of you and leaning down into your ear.
“Heh, they didn’t see a thing,” König huffs proudly, getting off of your form and leaning on one knee. You get up too, trying to shake off any feelings you shouldn’t have on the battlefield. “We need to follow those men, keep tabs on them.” König doesn’t seem to be affected by the situation at all. Well, better for him to be oblivious to your feelings than him realizing now. “Rog,” you answer him nodding, heart still beating rapidly against your chest. König nods back then gets up, his sniper rifle in hand and you following suit.
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“Do not engage. Remember our mission is to gain intel,” König explains. You put down your aimed gun and shake your head, “Yeah, yeah… okay.” The two of you keep your distance, hiding behind some shrubbery. You watch as the two enemies from before meet up with three more in front of some vehicles in a clearing. You watch as they round up civilians from a nearby village. The enemies recklessly throwing injured civilians onto the ground, separating the captives from their families and beating them if they retaliate.
Your head throbs, things just got a lot more complicated. You feel a need to help the civilians. An uneasiness swirls at the pit of your stomach as you watch the helpless people get battered around. They’ll most likely be taken, brainwashed, then forced into soldiers. Only to be put on the front lines to act as a mere deterrent when enemy forces make their way.
You turn towards König, trying to make out any emotions he may be displaying, but it doesn’t do any good. The mask constantly covers every inch of his face other than his pretty eyes and it leaves you frustrated. You know it’s selfish but you wish you could see how expressive König’s face is or what his reactions are whenever the two of you joke around with each other. He loves wearing the sniper hood and when he isn’t the balaclava is there. You had asked about the sniper hood once before, just out of pure curiosity when the two of you were lazing around on break. König thought about it for a while before answering with a hum. He explained the issue the force had with him sniping. That at first he wore the mask because he liked how it made him feel, gave him the feeling of being a true sniper since he wasn’t allowed to. But now he wears it because he likes the way it looks on him. Plus it has a purpose, now being able to snipe that he’s here in his own special ops force.
A soft sigh makes its way out of your lips when you return back to watching the enemy soldiers. They round up the civilians, tying up their wrists with zip ties then pushing them into the back of the trucks. Three soldiers gather around speaking in hushed voices, barely sound enough for you to hear. You furrow your eyebrows and strain your neck forward in hopes it’ll aid your hearing. It works to an extent, their voices faint.
They talk of new warehouses, somewhere to the south of the dense forest, some couple miles away. You feel antsy, your legs jittery as you have the urge to ambush them. König notices and squints his eyes at you. They tell you everything, to not do anything stupid that you’ll definitely regret. The soldiers disperse and hop into their respective vehicles before reversing and taking off. König shifts his boots, turning his body towards you. “Let’s get to evac, it’s two minutes out. We should reach the place by then.”
“Yes, sir,” you affirm following after his footsteps. You’re tense, head full of concern thinking about the new information you had just gathered. The two of you hop onto the bird, König motioning for you to get on first as he continuously checks your surroundings. On the ride to the safehouse König places a stiff hand on your shoulder. It makes you jump up and out of your thoughts. You rip your gaze from the walls of the helicopter to the hand on your shoulder to König’s face. “There’s no point in overthinking about it. We’ll come up with a plan.” His words remind you of your team. It reminds you that you’re the newest one there, much less seasoned when compared to the rest of them. König snaps you out of your thoughts again when he gives your shoulder a warm squeeze. You can see the smile he has from the crinkles of his eyes. He’s so sweet and a little awkward, but it makes your stomach warm as you return the smile.
König’s words melt away your worries and your mind quickly wanders back to the tree, a warm color painting your cheeks at the thought. You’re so glad König is leaning back onto the wall, his eyes closed and his arms crossed as he rests. You wonder if König somehow reciprocates your feelings. It took a long time for you to come to terms with your own. Having a relationship where both of you are soldiers isn’t exactly ideal. It just complicates things, especially on the field.
Your eyes trail over his form, your beating heart fast against your chest. König is still in that silly ghillie suit, somehow surviving the humidity and it makes you let out a chuckle. He cracks open an eye, his eyebrows furrowed but voice clearly amused, “Have a joke you want to share?”
“I do,” you say, watching him fully open both eyes and sit up. You clear your throat before asking, “Why didn’t the troop tell anyone about their rank in the military?” König feigns thinking for a moment, tilting his head, “Why?”
“Because it was Private.”