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“You sure you’re up for this?”
“Ja.” König nodded, a firm bob of his head as he fiddled with the laces of his boots as if trying to avoid the infamous lieutenant’s gaze. Ghost had a way of looking at him as if he were looking through him, not as if he were unimportant but instead as if he could read his very soul. It was. . . Unnerving at times. They had just finished up their daily sparring match, he wasn’t sure why Ghost seemed so insistent on it but before meal time the fellow masked figure always seemed to show up wherever he was, asking to spar. At this point, it was a comfortable routine and it gave him something to do. Something to take his mind off the anxiety of not having orders to follow.
Ghost nodded, his dark brown gaze sweeping away. “Alright. . . I’ll do one last sweep before dusk, to make sure the perimeter is secure. Don’t want the rookies getting in the way of our training exercise or worse, civilians.” He scoffed, boots scraping at the hard packed dirt that seemed to surround the base they were currently stationed at. “I’ll meet you at the marker, see you in a bit soldier.”
König closed his eyes, slightly relieved to no longer be pinned underneath Ghost’s hard gaze. He lifted a hand to rub at the back of his neck, closing his eyes. He was on loan from Kortac, he didn’t know when he’d be going back but he hadn’t found his time with the infamous 141 unpleasant. Soap he’d gotten along with the best but he couldn’t help but notice how the infamous Ghost seemed to linger whenever he was by the sergeant's side. He knew there was something between the two, he could see it in the way their gazes lingered between each other as if sharing some secret that no one else was in on. He assumed Ghost took offense to him lingering after what was his despite intentions being purely friendly despite Soap’s flirtatious jokes.
So he had been surprised when Ghost had invited him to this supposedly secretive training exercise in the forest near the base. The one that he had watched Ghost and Soap leave for every full moon. He had tried asking around about where the pair was slipping off to and had only received vague answers and the comment of not to worry about it. He tried to put it out of his mind, that was until Soap had approached him last week and asked if he’d like to join them. He had originally enthusiastically agreed, a part of him hoping to somehow get sniping tips from Ghost but his hope for that was dwindling and being replaced by the usual stomach churning anxiety. He’d be running around in unfamiliar woods with two men, one who liked him and the other who looked at him as if he were a butterfly pinned on display.
“König? You alright mate?” A warm, calloused hand suddenly pressed itself into his shoulder and he startled, looking up to see Soap at his side. “Not feeling ill are you?”
“Nein, nein. . . I’m just catching my breath sergeant. The lieutenant and I just got done sparring just a bit ago and I think he might’ve cracked some ribs.” König laughed dryly, awkwardly glancing about as if he expected Ghost to suddenly step from the shadows to corroborate the story. “So about this. . . Training exercise, what are we doing exactly?”
A grin that could almost only be described as maniacal stretched its way onto Soap’s face, the hand on König’s shoulder giving the Austrian a firm squeeze. “Ah, I remember when Ghost used to spar with me. Dinnae worry ‘bout it König. It’s just a wee tramp through the backgreen. Stealth training and all that, we’ll talk more ‘bout it tonight. If you don’t want to do it then you don’t ‘ave too. Though. . . I’d like if you would, been wonderin’ why they call you king.” The grin didn’t fade from Soap’s face and for a moment, König wondered if that lascivious glint in the sergeant's eyes had been truly there or not.
Before he had time to process it though, Soap was stepping away and walking off, giving a small wave towards him. He watched him leave, pausing when he saw Soap adjust his pants, catching a glimpse of something lacy and green before it disappeared from his sight.
Were those panties?
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König can’t stop thinking about what he saw. He’s horrified that the more he thinks about Soap in a pair of womens underwear, the more blood flows to his dick. Had Soap even meant for him to see it? Had he imagined it? Even if it was real and not some perverted imagining of his mind it most certainly wasn’t meant for him to see. He knew that if it was meant for anyone, it was meant for the lieutenant. He glanced towards the clock, realizing that it was getting late and therefore he was going to be late. He stood from his bunk, grabbing the sniper's hood as he pulled it over his head quickly.
He needed to shove the thought out of his head, he had to focus on the training exercise ahead. He was sure that whatever it was, it was bound to be ruthless with Ghost in the mix.
He was late, of course. Jogging up to the boulder, his chest deflated slightly to see a rather bored looking Soap and an annoyed Ghost waiting on him. He gave a slight wave, trying to ignore the anxiety swelling within him. “Ah, sorry. . . I didn’t realize what time it was.” He apologized.
Soap perked up, a small smile on his face. “No problem mate, you’re not that la–”
“Well you’re here now.” Ghost cut him off, putting away the knife he’d been twirling. “Suppose we should give him a proper chance to back out now, eh Johnny?” He said, his arms crossed over his chest. “Now that we’ve dragged out here and all.”
König shuffled anxiously, weight bouncing from one leg to another as he watched the two. There was an unspoken tension through the air, something that he hadn’t seen before but now it was clear. It was the same sort of tension one expected when waiting for a charge to go off. “Back out?” He asked, his eyes shifting in between the two of them.
Soap shuffled, peeling himself off of the boulder he had been leaning against as he rubbed the back of his neck almost guiltily. “Aye well. . . This isn’t your average training exercise, König .” Soap said, sucking on his teeth as if embarrassed. “We uh. . . We’ve been taking a bit of notice ‘bout you and all so we wanted to invite ya out here. Ghost and I play this. . . Game.”
“A game?” König asked.
“Yeah we–”
“For fucks sake Johnny, spit it out. Yer killin’ me with the dancing ‘round the issue. We chase each other in the woods and whoever catches the other fucks em’.” Ghost cut him off, arms still tight against his chest. “We want you to join, are you in or out?”
König blinks, surprise and then a flush covering his face but neither of the two men standing before him can see that. No one can see underneath the hood and it’s why he clings to it like a child clings to a blanket, vaguely he wonder’s if that’s why Ghost clings to his mask as he watches the man look away as if embarrassed. “You. . . You two want to fuck me?” He asks, his voice meek and shy as if he were a girl being asked to a dance for the first time.
“Aye well. . . I’d prefer if you fucked me but m’not picky.” Soap speaks up. “Well? Haven’t you noticed us flirting with ya? Ghost is a bit more subtle ‘course but I haven’t been.”
König’s cheeks continue to fill with blood, he’s certain he might pass out if his face gets any redder. His mind flickers back to Soap’s panties and the other’s jokes, so he had been meant to see them? “W-Well. . . Not quite.” He admitted shyly.
“Well?” Ghost breathes after a moment, König could almost swear he looks nervous. “You don’t have too.”
König hesitates, rubbing the back of his neck. The air feels warm, too warm. “It’d be a shame to pass up the opportunity to train with you. . . So ja, I’ll join in just. . . Tell me how it goes?”
That maniacal grin is back on Soap's face, “I’ll fill ya in.”