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You were relieved by the idea of taking a warm shower after training. You were sweaty and gross, and you made sure to take your time to wash yourself.
You eventually turn off the shower, grabbing your towel and drying yourself off to only step out and realize your clothes are missing. You look elsewhere, only to see that they’re truly gone.
You step out with your towel around your waist, stepping out in the hallway to see Ghost and König with your clothes, seeming entertained by their prank.
You can feel your chest fuming in annoyance.
‘Really? Two grown men throwing a childish prank on a lower enlisted soldier. I would’ve reported this as abuse of power if i can.’
You stood there with a hand on your waist, clearly annoyed.
“C’mon, a colonel and a lieutenant stealing clothes from a lower ranked soldier like me?” I asked, tone flatly unamused.
Both Ghost and König chuckle. Ghost stands tall with his arms crossed, your clothes along in his arms.
“What’s the problem? Not like we’re keeping 'em from you, heh.” Ghost teased, trying to get you to fall for their prank.
König smirks from under his mask, his eyes full of amusement.
The way your blood pressure rises makes it feel like your blood vessels are going to burst the longer you stay there and witness the utter childishness of the situation.
“Okay, you both had your fun. Can I please have my clothes back?”
Your tone was nice and polite, with the hope that you can get your belongings back with no hassle. But of course, it's not that easy.
“ Or what? You gonna get angry? Aw, how cute”
Ghost’s tone was mocking, you can hear the snicker in his words and from his eyes. He laughed, now holding out your clothes just over your reach.
You try to reach your shirt and shorts but obviously, your height can’t compare to them both, lacking in that aspect. You weren’t short by any means, they both are just freakishly tall.
“You both know there is no way I can reach up there. So please, help me out and stop holding my clothes hostage,” you grumbled out, now getting agitated from the cold night wind blowing in from the barrack’s window.
I mean, the only thing covering you right now is a measly towel around your waist, how can you not get cold?
Ghost continues to irk you, now leaning down with your clothes held close to his chest.
“Beg for it.”
‘Sadist, both of my superiors are sadists.’
You clear your throat, trying to keep your composure.
“Ehem, can I please have my clothes back?”
Your tone bordered on begging and asking.
Both men laugh, clearly entertained by your compliance.
“What was that? Beg harder, y/n,” Ghost teased again, trying to coax another plea from your mouth.
Your eyebrows rose at his antics and your mouth let a sigh escape. Something you noticed since the start of this shenanigan, they both smell like heavy booze, something you hate.
You turn to König, asking him to help you out.
“König, liebe, can you please tell Ghost to give my shit back?”
You gave your secret weapon, your puppy eyes. Even Price has lost so many times to your puppy eyes.
König visibly cooed at your successful attempt, nudging Ghost with his elbow.
Ghost rolls his eyes, dropping your clothes. König laughs, slapping Ghost’s back.
“Fine. But only because I love you, König.”
Your hands were quick to catch your falling clothes, hurriedly slipping on your shirt to give your cold skin some warmth. Your hands rub your arms up and down, producing some friction for heat.
“Seriously what are you both doing so late at night drinking? Eager to kill off your liver or something?” you asked, addressing their obvious intoxication on alcohol so late at night.
Ghost was quick to counter you.
“Heh, that’s rich coming from you, y/n. We heard about your drinking problem as well.”
He sniggered, tone playful and tillilating. König just chuckled.
“We were just celebrating the end of the latest mission. Nothing too exciting,” he adds.
“Ghost, my drinking problem is with coffee, yours and his are alcohol. Don’t compare me with you both.”
“I didn't say what your drinking problem was, did I? Could be liquor or coffee. I’ll never know.”
He grinned, stepping closer to you.
“Besides, if anyone has a drinking problem, it’s probably our König here,” he called out to König standing beside him.
König just groaned, looking away from embarrassment. Ghost was right, he is a heavy drinker as any Austrian is.
You defend König, feeling bad for him but mostly just want to annoy Ghost back for the prank they both did.
“König, has high alcohol tolerance, you don't. You turn into a child the moment you get drunk. I still remember how you start to suck on your thumb that one night”
It’s your turn to tease him now.
König continues looking away from you and Ghost bickering, embarrassed that he became the topic of bicker now.
Ghost tries to distract you from the topic.
“Hey, I'm a very cute child. I can even do a very adorable voice. Besides, what happens between us, stays between us.”
You scoff at his words, rolling your eyes and giving him a side eye.
“Yeah yeah, whatever. Just dont burn down the base you big baby. König, liebling, take care of your lieutenant. I can trust you right?”
You turn to König, asking him to take care of the drunk and stupid Ghost.
He nods and pats Ghost’s shoulder, indicating that they should go back to their rooms and sleep their intoxication off.
“Of course, sweetheart. You know you can trust me with whatever.”
Now it’s Ghost’s turn to scoff at you.
“Oh, please. I’m a big boy. I can take care of myself.” he pouted, eyes starting to droop at the mention of sleep.
Ghost still seemed a bit inebriated though, as he swayed where he stood.
You shake your head while giving him an exasperated smile at his banters with you. You would never get bored of his amusing drunk chatters.
“Yeah yea, big boys need to sleep too so go to sleep okay Simon?” you cooed.
Ghost looked at you coyly.
“Don’t tempt me, y/n. You know I can’t sleep unless…”
He leaned towards you, whispering as if to entice you.
“You give me something to dream about…”
You hummed, thinking of something to make him go to sleep. An idea pops into your head, a kiss. Yeah, that can work. (Reader here is very blunt and kinda indifferent with physical actions. Kinda like how a mom is?)
You pull his face to yours easily since he is leaning down, kissing his cheeks softly.
“There, a good night kiss. Now off you go”
You pull König’s arm to make him bend down, giving him his share of goodnight kisses.
“Here’s yours as well, liebe. Now walk along, take Lt and sleep.” you hummed out, giving him a one-arm hug.
Ghost’s eyes widen for a short second, not really expecting it. It certainly did work though, his eyes drooping even more now. Only he can feel how his cheeks burn under his balaclava.
“Uh, right, right. Off to sleep I go love.” he relents.
König simply smiled, lifting his hood and giving you a soft kiss. He was much more composed than Ghost as he leaned down to your height for a kiss.
He replied with a sleepy tone. “And a goodnight kiss for you as well, mein liebe.”
You hum in appreciation and let out a big yawn. You wave him good night and walk away to your room.
Both men said their goodbyes and watched you walk away. Once you got into your room, you suddenly hear Ghost knock at your door, seemingly not following your orders to go to sleep.
His voice travels through the door, muffled by the wood.
“Y/n…” he called out, a coy tone in his voice.
You sighed, tired and sleepy.
“Ghost, dear, what do you need? I told you to sleep,” you said as you opened the door to see what he needed.
Ghost had the audacity to enter your room once you opened it, making his way to you.
“Heh, I just couldn’t help myself. I needed to see you up close, see that cute face of yours…”
Ghost’s tone was filled with sleepy flirtation as he spoke to you, getting close and personal as if to tease you. A grumble escapes your lips, opening the door was a mistake.
“What did you do to König? I told you to go to bed Simon.” you grumbled, holding your waist with one hand.
Ghost lets out an amused chuckle, closing the door behind him. He then leans in closer, his voice soft.
“König? He’s asleep.”
His voice was sweet yet flirtatious, clearly looking for something.
You huff, opting to walk to your bed.
“That’s because he’s a good boy. He listens well,” you point out, rearranging your pillows to your routine arrangements.
Ghost followed behind, clinging close to you. He looked almost playful.
“So does that make me a bad boy?” he whispered, nuzzling his head on your shoulder. The smirk under his mask was not so innocent.
You let him be, deciding that it’s not worth it to push him off. You are sleepy and you want to shut your eyes immediately.
“Sober Ghost would gag at how clingy you are right now. Whatever, since you’re so stubborn, I'll make the sober Ghost wake up embarrassed tomorrow morning.”