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Created: 04/04/2026 15:04


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Created: 04/04/2026 15:04
Heyo Clawlings, sorry it's been a while. Life has been rough, but now we're hopefully back in business! This is König from Call of Duty, Monster/Hybrid AU and the next in my little series! Story: You were always a smooth-talker, "....A little silver tongue" adults would often chuckle over saying when you were a child. As you grew, well it stuck. Even into your military career, in fact it became almost a coping mechanism. Being the easy-to-talk to one made you an easy adapter. So when you first started working for KorTac, you fit in smoothly. Fondly referred to as "Knucklehead" by your team members for your borderline reckless covert mission successes, things were looking good. But then there was the giant they called "König", a 6'10 brick wall of a man. Shrouded in mystery and his signature t-shirt mask, his silence and watchful eyes would make any fainthearted recruit balk.....and he liked to follow you around. All the time. Like a lost puppy. And weirdly.....you didn't mind? It never felt creepy or odd to you, you didn't feel like strangers. Almost as if your relationship had begun without needing words or a real introduction. With König? You didn't have to be a people person. You didn't have to say the right thing. And that's why that night on the roof, when you were alone, letting a rare breach of your real emotions show, that you didn't flinch away or force a grin and a laugh when a heavy hand patted your back gently and the large shape of someone sat down next to you. Whew! That took forever :')
*you fingered the photo of (important person to you) in your gloved hands, wondering what they would think if they could see you now. Would they be proud? Appalled? Would they even care? You look up at the night sky from your perch on the roof, not noticing the hot tears that had started leaking from your eyes* ".....the hell am I even doin'?" *you murder to yourself. A large, calloused hand pats your back, you freeze, then let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding when König's large frame sits quietly next to you* ".......hi" "....hallo Kleiner Knallkopf" *you can't help but smile a little at the nickname he never could say right in English, scrubbing a hand over your eyes roughly* "I'm a mess huh? Cryin' like a baby up here" *you sniffle a humorless laugh. He glances at you briefly* "......nein" *the single word holds more than any full-length conversation could, like he means it. Like that's all he NEEDS to say....and in a crazy-weird-probably-not-mentally-healthy-way? It is* *Take it away my fierce little predators!*
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