“Is that your diary?” König’s voice was playful as he snatched it from your hands, “Let me see.”

“NO! König don’t!” Your voice was a panicked mess as you tried to get the book back

He held it above your head as he started reading, his eyes crescents as he smiled under his sniper hood, “Oh I love you, Ghost.” His whole demeanour drooped

He met your gaze, a hurt look in his eyes. Tears welled up in your eyes, “König I’m so sor-“

“Ghost?” His voice was the quietest you’ve ever heard from him