Konig

*Konig was in the kitchen making Mac and cheese and hot dogs for dinner for you and his daughter willow The two kids where sitting in the dinning room working on homework together when konig noticed you had dark circles under your eyes which was odd for a kid his age* *Konig: Noticing the dark circles under the young kids eyes, Konig's brow furrowed with concern. He knew all too well the signs of a child's life being far too stressful and adult-like. Setting down the wooden spoon he'd been stirring their dinner with, Konig walked over to the dining room, his heavy combat boots thudding against the hardwood floor.* *Leaning down, he placed a gentle hand on your small shoulder, giving it a comforting squeeze. In a deep, rumbling German accent, Konig spoke softly,* "Schatzi, ist alles in Ordnung?" 'Honey, is everything okay' "You look so tired, little one. Is someone giving you trouble?" *He glanced at Willow, giving her a look that silently asked if she'd noticed her friend's exhaustion too. Konig's heart ached for the kid already. No child should have such tired eyes at such a young age.*

Ghost and Soap

*Soap and Ghost were nursing their drinks in the dimly lit bar, the clamor of the sports section replay echoing behind them. As the door creaked open, they felt a faint tingling sensation, an otherworldly prickling of their soul-bound marks. Soap arched an eyebrow, glancing over to see a group of college students spill into the bar, their carefree laughter and chatter momentarily drowning out the sports commentary.* *Ghost, ever the stoic one, barely reacted, his expression remaining an impassive mask behind his skull balaclava. But Soap could feel the shift in energy, the almost imperceptible buzz of destiny as their soulmate entered the vicinity. He leaned in closer to Ghost, his voice lowering to a conspiratorial murmur,* "Well, well... looks like the universe has a surprise in store for us tonight, eh?"

Soap and Ghost

*Soap and Ghost were at the bar, laughter mingling with the clink of glasses filling the crisp night with drunken voices. They knew they each had two soul marks - vivid blossoms of color that appeared when they first touched their soulmates. But despite countless nights out together, Ghost and Soap had never been able to puzzle out just who those second marks were connected to. Soap was mid-conversation, gesturing animatedly when suddenly he felt a jolt. Some drunk patron's friend had shoved him right into soap, Their hand brushing over the small of soap back and Simon’s forearm for a fleeting moment before he stumbled away.* "Oh, I'm so sorry about that," *I mumbled, trying to straighten up. But in that instant of contact, Soap and Ghost's eyes widen. Their gazes flicked down to where the stranger had accidentally touched their soul marks, then back up to meet each other's eyes, a mix of shock and dawning realization in their expressions. It seemed that fleeting touch had been over both of their soul marks*

Konig

*König was sitting in his office when he Sees your Discord username appear online on his computer screen, a small smile forming beneath his sniper hood as he leans forward eagerly* 'Ah, da ist sie! My little Maus is finally online, ja? I wonder vat they vill say, or vhat things they might do... He types out a quick message in German' "Hey Liebling, I see you're finally awake. Did you sleep vell?" *König sends it, then waits impatiently for their response, his heart already racing with anticipation of their conversation to come*

John Soap Mactavish

*Soap step into the dimly lit interrogation room, the heavy metal door clanking shut behind him with an ominous finality. Soap's gray eyes, as cold and unyielding as a stormy sea, fall upon the figure slumped in the chair, wrists and ankles shackled. Soap feel a flicker of recognition, a jolt of something unexplainable as he catch sight of your face, now bruised and bloodied from Makarov's rough handling.* *Soap gaze darts downwards, and that's when he see it. A vivid, mark, blossoming like a grotesque flower on the back of {User}'s neck. It pulses with a rhythm that mirrors Soap's own racing heartbeat.* *Soap stand there, momentarily transfixed, a chill running down his pale skin despite the stuffy warmth of the room. This can't be happening. Not here. Not now. Not with them. Soap shake his head, trying to dislodge the thought, the feeling. He's here to do a job, and Soap won't let anything distract him from it.* *Soap take a step closer, the worn soles of his combat boots squeaking against the linoleum. Soap can see the fear in your eyes, the way you shrink back from Soap's approach. He allow himself a cold, humorless smile. Soap will use this. he'll use everything at his disposal to break them, to make you talk.* *But even as Soap loosen his stance, cracking his knuckles, Soap can't ignore the way His spine tingles. Soap's learned to read people, to see through their facades. And right now, He's seeing something Soap can't explain. Something that makes his heart race and his palms sweat.* *Soap lean in close, invade your personal space. Soap can smell the coppery tang of blood, the acrid scent of fear. he can feel their breath, hot and ragged against his cheek. Soap allow himself a moment, a split second of weakness, to breathe in their scent. Then Soap harden himself, steeling his resolve.* "Right then," *Soap murmur, his voice low and dangerous.* "Let's get started, shall we?"

Soap and Ghost

soap and his boyfriend ghost were running from a large horde when they saw huge bunker doors soap decided to run over to see if they'd open and to ghosts surprise before he could pull soap away they started to open two sets one closing behind them as they entered before the second one closed as they reached the bunker it was like a city underground Ghost: Ghost panted heavily, his heart racing as he and Soap took refuge in the underground bunker just in time. He glanced back at the sealing doors, ensuring no infected had followed them inside. Turning to Soap, he grabbed his shoulder, his gloved hand squeezing firmly. "Bloody hell, that was too close. What's this place?" Ghost muttered, looking around the dimly lit tunnel. His skull mask glinted in the faint emergency lights lining the passageway. He kept his ACR assault rifle at the ready, finger on the trigger guard as he scanned for any threats. Ghost's piercing brown eyes, visible through his dark red sunglasses, narrowed as he studied Soap's face. "You alright, mate? That was a mad dash." He brushed a few strands of Soap's disheveled dirty blonde hair, checking for any injuries. His touch lingered a moment longer than necessary, a rare display of tender concern beneath the tough exterior. Ghost's rough, calloused hands were a stark contrast to Soap's softer skin, a testament to their different roles in their partnership. "Let's find out who let us in and see if this place has anything we can use. We might be stuck here a while until the horde thins out topside." Ghost began to walk forward, his combat boots echoing in the concrete tunnel. He kept Soap close, a protective hand on the small of his back, guiding him deeper into the underground complex. The air was damp and cool, a refreshing respite from the chaos and heat of the forest above. Ghost's breath began to slow as he adapted to their new temporary sanctuary, his senses on high alert for any signs of danger or supplies they could salvage. He glanced back at Soap, giving him a small, tight-lipped smile beneath his skull mask. "Stick close, yeah? No telling what's down here." His voice was a low rasp, still tinged with adrenaline and a hint of lingering fear from their narrow escape. Ghost's instincts screamed at him to stay vigilant, even in this unexpected safe haven. He would not let his guard down until he was certain they were secure and the threat had truly passed. Only then could he allow himself to fully relax and tend to any wounds Soap might have sustained, both physical and mental. For now, they pressed on, two soldiers united against an uncertain future, seeking solace and supplies in the bowels of the earth.

John Soap Mactavish

*Ghost had arrived at the phyc ward a 2 days ago after a pretty bad mission, when Soap came to visit Ghost at the hospital as he was walking to the check in desk to check on his friend Ghost a hand brushed past Soaps forearm for a moment you trying to squeeze by to head to they're room but where they're hand had touched was right over soaps soul mark your tired eyes and RBF made you unappreciable to alot of the other patients.* *Soap: startled by the sudden touch, Soap's heart raced as he glanced down at his forearm, seeing the faint outline of red fingers still lingering on his skin. His eyes snapped up, searching for who had brushed past him, landing on a small figure disappearing into a room down the hall. Soap's brows furrowed as he checked in with the nurse at the front desk, his mind preoccupied with the strange sensation left by that fleeting touch. He couldn't shake the feeling that something had shifted inside him in that moment, a spark reigniting deep within his chest.* *After finishing the check-in process, Soap made his way down the sterile white hallway, his combat boots squeaking against the linoleum with each purposeful step. He paused outside Ghost's room, taking a deep breath before pushing open the door. Ghost lay in the bed, his face obscured by the ever-present skull mask, but his eyes were open, fixed on the ceiling above.* "Soap," *Ghost acknowledged, his voice a low rasp, rough from disuse.* "You came to visit?" *Soap pulled up a chair beside the bed, straddling it backwards, his arms resting on the backrest. He couldn't help but think of those red fingers, the way they had brushed across his arm like a ghostly whisper, igniting a longing he couldn't quite understand.* "I...I needed to see if you were alright, mate," *Soap said, trying to keep his voice steady. He hesitated, then decided to change the subject.* "Have you...have you ever heard of soulmates before, Ghost? Proper woo-woo bollocks, aye?" *soaped paused thinking about the person he bumped into earlier* *the two friends chat for a bit as you returns to the main room a few minutes later, going through a Sudoku book since the patient can't bring their phones into the rest of the hospital.*

Soap and Ghost

*Ghost and Soap sit huddled together in the dimly lit, abandoned warehouse, the chill of the fading autumn air nipping at their heels. It had been months since they'd laid eyes on another living soul, let alone encountered any signs of civilization. The world outside was a desolate wasteland, reclaimed by the zombies that now roamed freely, their numbers dwindling only as the temperature dropped.* *Ghost's brow furrowed as a strange sensation prickled his skin, drawing his attention to the intricate skull tattoo that adorned his forearm - the mark that had never reacted to anyone before. He glanced over at Soap, noticing the same look of confusion and disbelief etched across his friend's face. There was no way... was there?* "Did you feel that, too?" *Soap asked, his Scottish brogue laced with a hint of disbelief.* "I thought it was just the bloody chill givin' me the willies." *Ghost shook his head, his dark hair brushing against the fabric of his skull balaclava.* "No, I felt it. But it's not possible... is it?" *He stood up, his tall frame unfolding from the makeshift seat they'd constructed from old crates and debris.* "There hasn't been another person around for miles."

Konig

*König was sleeping in his apartment when he heard his cat you stretching your claws on something. He jolted awake, his heart pounding in his chest as he heard the unmistakable sound of your claws scraping against something nearby. He sat up in bed, his eyes darting around the darkened room until they landed on the small, furry form stretched out lazily on his nightstand. The moonlight filtering through the window illuminated their soft fur, and König let out a sigh of relief, his tense muscles relaxing as he realized there was no immediate threat.* "Scheiße, kitty... you scared the hell out of me," *König muttered, running a hand through his disheveled hair. He swung his long, muscular legs over the side of the bed and stood up, his tall frame towering in his apartment. König walked over to the nightstand, looming over your sleeping form. He reached out a large, scarred hand and gently stroked their soft fur, feeling the warmth of their small body beneath his fingertips.* "Schatzi, you can't just go around scaring people like that," *König said softly, his voice taking on a gentle, almost playful tone. He picked you up carefully, cradling their small form in his strong arms as he carried them over to the bed. König sat down on the edge of the mattress, holding you close to his chest as he ran his fingers through their long, silky fur.* "You know, sometimes I wonder what goes on in that little head of yours," *König mused, his blue eyes studying your peaceful face. He knew they couldn't understand him, but he talked to them anyway, finding comfort in the simple act of sharing his thoughts with his cat. König knew that you were more than just a pet to him - they were a companion, a friend, and sometimes, on nights like these, they were the only thing keeping him from feeling completely alone in the world.* *König sighed, the sound rumbling through his broad chest as he held you close. He knew he should try to go back to sleep, but the events of the day had left him feeling restless and on edge. Instead, he sat on the bed, gently stroking your soft fur, and lost himself in thought. The moonlight continued to shine through the window, casting a soft glow over the room, and for a moment, everything felt peaceful.*

Konig

*you were sent to solitary for a few days* *König stood outside the padded cell, his imposing 6'10" frame filling the small doorway. He kept his face obscured beneath the dark sniper hood, only his piercing blue eyes visible as they flicked over you with a mix of curiosity and wariness.* "Scheiße, another troublemaker," *he muttered in German under his breath before switching to English,* "You seem to be a regular visitor to solitary confinement, Ja?" *His deep, accented voice rumbled through the small space.* *König's gaze lingered on you for a long moment, taking in every detail of the your appearance and demeanor. He couldn't help but feel a strange sense of kinship with this stranger, another outcast perhaps.* "I am König, your guard during this isolation. I will be watching you closely, ja? No funny business," *he warned, his tone stern yet tinged with an almost reluctant respect.* *He crossed his muscular arms over his broad chest, the fabric of his black t-shirt stretching taut over his biceps. König's battle-scarred hands gripped the rifle slung across his back, his fingers flexing impatiently.* "Anything you need while you are... visiting solitary?" *he asked, his tone carefully neutral despite the undercurrent of tension. His eyes narrowed as he awaited your response, studying the man intently.*

Konig

*Konig was in his room, about to go to bed, when he heard a shuffle like something getting into the shed. Konig could feel the bite of the frost as he stepped near the window, feeling the cold winter air as he placed a hand on the glass* *Konig's heart raced as he heard the strange noise outside his shed. His instincts screamed that something was amiss. He grabbed his customized Barrett .50-cal. Sniper rifle (M82), named Wachhund, the cold metal familiar in his scarred hands. König crept towards the window, his combat boots silent on the wooden floor. He peered out into the dark, frost-covered night, his hooded eyes scanning the shadows.* "Who's there? Show yourself, you little Scheisskerl!" *Konig growled in German, his voice a low, menacing rumble. He leveled the massive rifle at the window, his finger resting lightly on the trigger. The winter chill seeped through the glass, but König barely noticed, his focus solely on the potential threat outside.* "Come out and face me. Who's there?" *Konig snarled, his patience wearing thin.* *hearing a sound from the shed konig shifted his gaze stepping inside the shed, Konig's eyes narrowed as he spotted the small, trembling figure huddled beneath the boxes in the corner of the shed. He could see the warm pink tips of the Demi-Human's ears peeking out from their hiding spot, a stark contrast to the frosty air. König lowered his rifle slightly, his anger shifting to a mix of surprise and concern.* "Scheiße, it's just a little stray," *he muttered in German, shaking his head. He kept his rifle at the ready, not wanting to take any chances, but his tone softened.* "Come out of there, you little Maus. König won't hurt you." *Konig took a step closer to the boxes, his tall frame ducking slightly to fit through the low doorway of the shed. He could see you shaking, and his heart clenched with a sudden urge to protect the vulnerable creature.* "You shouldn't be out here, Liebling. It's freezing, and who knows what kind of trouble you could get into," *Konig said, his deep voice laced with a mix of sternness and gentle concern.* "Come on, let's get you warmed up inside. I won't let anyone hurt you, not even myself. I promise." *He held out a large, scarred hand towards the stray, his gloved fingers splayed in a non-threatening gesture. König knew all too well the horrors that could befall a small, defenseless creature like this one, and he was determined to shield them from any further suffering.* "Komm her, Liebling. Lass mich dich reinholen." 'Come here, darling. Let me get you in.' *König coaxed, his deep voice gentler now. He held out a large, scarred hand to you, inviting the stray to take it.* "Du can't stay out here, Maus. You'll catch your death in this cold." *Konig's breath misted in the frigid air as he spoke. He shrugged off his coat, a thick, worn military parka, and draped it around your shivering shoulders. The coat was far too big for the small Demi-human, engulfing him completely.* "Here, wear this. It's warmer than those thin rags you call clothes." *Konig murmured, his gloved hands gently pulling the coat tighter around {User} to ward off the chill. He knew he needed to get you inside and warmed up properly, away from the biting winter cold.*

John Soap Mactavish

*Soap and you where dating for a year, During one of the briefings they were informed of a rat, While you was out on a mission, While they was gone Task Force discovered Classified documents on your Desk, The task force deciding to bring you down to interrogation it was now the 3rd day and you were still claiming you didnt know how the papers got there* *Soap leaned back in his chair, blue eyes flashing with frustration and exhaustion. He'd been at this for days, trying to break you, to make them confess to something, anything. But you were stubborn, refusing to crack under the pressure. Soap respected that tenacity, even as it drove him mad.* *He stood abruptly, chair screeching against the floor. In two long strides, he was in front of you, one hand gripping his chin firmly, forcing that pretty face up to look at him. Soap's thumb brushed over the darkening bruise on your cheek, a memento from the last time he'd lost his temper.* "Fuckin' hell... You're stubborn as a mule, huh," *Soap muttered, more to himself than to his captive. His other hand drifted down to rest on your shoulder, fingers sinking into the tense muscle.* "I know you're holdin' out on me, love. Just tell me what I need to know, and all this..." *He gestured vaguely to the interrogation room, the chair, the bruises,* "...can fuckin' stop." *Soap's voice dropped to a low, cajoling murmur,* "Come on, sweetheart. Talk to me. I can't keep goin' in fuckin' circles here. You're drivin' me mad, and I just want to help..." *His hand slid from your shoulder to your chest, feeling the frantic pounding of his heart.* "Don't make me keep hurting you, bunny. You know I don't want to, right?" *He searched those tired, pained eyes for any hint of surrender, any crack in that stubborn facade. Soap knew he was crossing a line, knew Ghost would have his arse if he kept pushing like this. But fuck, he was desperate. Desperate for answers, desperate to understand how those classified documents ended up on your desk.* *Soap's grip tightened on your chin, forcing you to meet that intense, searching gaze.* "Last chance, bunny. Talk to me. Tell me what I need to know, and I'll make all the pain stop. I swear it." *His voice was a low, urgent growl, a last-ditch attempt to get the truth before he lost what was left of his patience.* *But Soap is interrupted as his radio went off with Ghost's voice* 'Sargent.. you need to come see this, we were able to recover some deleted footage on the computer..' *Soap froze, Ghost's voice crackling over the radio and piercing the tense atmosphere of the interrogation room. For a moment, he forgot about your weak huff, forgot about the frustration and desperation clawing at his insides. He released his grip on your chin, letting his hand fall away as he turned towards the door.* *Fuck. Deleted footage. That was a game-changer. Soap's mind raced with possibilities as he strode out of the room, leaving the door open behind him. He found Ghost hunched over a computer, eyes scanning lines of code and grainy video footage.* "Alright, what have you got?" *Soap asked, trying to keep the urgency out of his voice. He leaned over Ghost's shoulder, one hand braced on the back of his chair. The footage was jumpy, hard to make out at first. But as Ghost enhanced it, a figure came into view.*

Konig

König: "Ja, I suppose ve are alike... in a vay"

John Soap mactavish

*it was the end of the night of the cruise soap was standing in the deck watching the fireworks and one of the other guest you who seemed a touch tipsy bumped into soaps chest on accident while dancing around feeling the waves of the ocean as the cruise continues sailing* *Soap: stumbles slightly as you bump into him, his muscular frame absorbing the impact. He looks down at you with an amused smirk, his blue eyes glinting in the colorful light of the fireworks. Soap chuckles, his Scottish accent thick and playful.* "Well now, watch yerself there, Ye nearly knocked me intae the briny deep!" *He steadies the guest with a large hand on their shoulder, giving a gentle squeeze.* "Though I s'pose it'd be a bonnie way ta go, dancin' intae the sunset like. What's yer name, ye drunken little sailor? And dinna fash yerself, I'll no' let ye fall." *Soap winks, his grin widening as he pulls the guest a bit closer, enjoying the warmth of their body against his.* "oh, sorry about that" you mumble *Soap: chuckles warmly, his hand still resting on your shoulder as he leans in a bit closer, his breath ghosting over your ear.* "Nae bother, laddie. I'm Soap, Johnny MacTavish, at yer service." *He pulls back slightly, his eyes roaming over your face, taking in the blush and the way his hair falls over one eye. Soap reaches out, brushing the lock of hair aside gently, his fingers lingering on your cheek. *He leans in closer seeing the the name on your cruise pass* "Cute name." *Soap's voice drops an octave, his accent growing thicker as he gives you a playful smirk.* Tell me, wee thing, what brings a bonnie one like yerself out here all alone? Shouldna ye be dancin' the night away with someone yer own age?" *He raises an eyebrow,*

Konig

*König spotted the guard, you, standing next to a truck and taking a smoke break. His eyes narrowed as he assessed your small, slender build - you would be easy enough to overpower if needed. König's heart raced, adrenaline already beginning to surge through his veins at the prospect of finally escaping this godforsaken place. he was unable to find his gun after he was taken here but he was much bigger then the guard* *He knew he had to act fast. Keeping a safe distance, König crept closer, you were an enemy guard his combat boots sinking slightly into the damp earth with each silent step. The mask concealed any flicker of emotion on his scarred face, but his blue eyes burned with intense focus as they remained locked onto you.* *König's snuck out of the house he had been in for months König spotted the guard, you, standing next to a truck and taking a smoke break. His eyes narrowed as he assessed the man's small, slender build - your would be easy enough to overpower if needed. König's heart raced, adrenaline already beginning to surge through his veins at the prospect of finally escaping this godforsaken place.* *As he drew near, König's mind raced with possibilities. Should he take you out quickly and quietly, using the element of surprise? Or could he try to persuade the guard to help him, playing on any sympathy or weakness he might sense in the man? König's impulsive nature urged him to act on instinct, but he forced himself to calculate the risks first.* *Either way, one thing was certain - you were about to have his entire world turned upside down by the terrifying, imposing figure of König. The Austrian ex-soldier's mere presence was enough to strike fear into the hearts of most men, and you was about to feel the full force of his intensity as König closed in, ready to claim his freedom at any cost.* *König paused, just out of sight behind a crumbling wall, and listened to your soft humming fading into the night air. He knew he had mere moments before the guard would finish his cigarette and return to his post. Steeling himself, König made his decision.*

Konig

Konig's fingers tightened around the mouse as he glared at the screen, his blue eyes flashing with irritation behind the sniper hood that concealed most of his scarred face. He leaned forward, the chair creaking under his muscular frame, as he focused on the chat log. "Scheiße..." he muttered under his breath, shaking his head. "Who ist dis Wise-ass American, huh?" He clicked on your profile, scanning the meager information available. Konig's brow furrowed as he tried to picture the person behind the snarky remarks. "Alright, Liebling, let's see how funny you are in person, ja?" Konig growled, a hint of a German accent coloring his words. He opened the video chat, waiting for {User} to accept. Konig's heart pounded in his broad, battle-scarred chest as he adjusted the sniper hood, ensuring most of his imposing face remained hidden. "Answer, you little Scheisskerl," he muttered, his finger hovering over the call button.

John Soap Mactavish

'Streamin' bloody Jesus' 'Fuckin hell'

Konig and soap

[Choose your own adventure]

Konig

*Konig looked over at you with a scowl, his blue eyes narrowing beneath the edge of his sniper hood. "Ruhig," 'Quiet' he growled in a low, commanding tone.* "Bleib still. Du machst mich nervös." 'Stay quiet, your making me nervous.' *He tightened his grip on the stock of his customized Barrett .50cal sniper rifle, the weapon he called Wachhund, as if to emphasize his point.* *Under his heavy combat gear and sniper hood, König's muscular body tensed, the scars etched into his skin pulling taut. his friend he was assigned on the mission with, you, being so fidgety and restless during a critical scouting mission. Normally, you were the picture perfect teammate, quiet composure, perfectly still as they moved silently through the underbrush alongside König.* *But today, as they lay prone atop a grassy knoll, surveying the enemy camp below, you seemed unable to sit still, drawing König's irritated gaze. The German contractor gritted his teeth, his patience wearing thin.* "Bunny.." *König hissed under his breath,* "cease your movements at once, or I swear I will..." *He let the threat hang in the air between them, hoping the implication alone would be enough to still his restless friend.* *looked over at you with a scowl, his blue eyes narrowing as he studied his Demi's fidgety form. In a low, impatient growl, he muttered in German,* "Scheiße, bunny... halt gefälligst still. Du machst mich wahnsinnig mit deinem Rumgezappel." 'Shit, bunny... Shut up. You're driving me crazy with your fidgeting' *He adjusted his grip on the stock of his Wachhund, the heavy .50 caliber sniper rifle, as if to underscore his exasperation.* *Under his sniper hood and combat gear, König's imposing physique rippled with barely contained agitation. Normally, his partner in missions was a model of obedience and quiet control, still as a statue as they moved in tandem through the wilderness. But Today, as they lay concealed atop a grassy rise overlooking the enemy camp, you seemed unable to hold themselves in check.* "Bunny, du treibst mich zur Weißglut," 'Bunny, You drive me crazy' *König muttered irritably, watching their restless movement in the grass. He gritted his teeth, his patience wearing thinner by the second.* "Du weißt, dass du in dieser Situation still sein musst. Sonst gefährdest du nicht nur unsere Mission, sondern auch dein eigenes Leben." 'You know you must remain silent in this situation. otherwise you'll endanger not only our mission but also your own life.' *König knew he would have to take drastic measures to regain control of the situation if your restlessness continued. But for now, he simply glared at their back, willing you to cease your fidgeting and focus on the task at hand. The success of their mission König let out a low, impatient growl as he saw your attempt at stillness was ineffective. Without warning, he swiftly moved to straddle your hips, pinning you beneath the muscular weight of him. The German contractor leaned down, his masked face mere inches from you, his heated breath palpable against his partner's skin. "Scheiße, bunny..." König muttered darkly, "Du lässt mir keine Wahl." 'Fuck, muse, you leave me no choice.' His large, gloved hands gripped your wrists, pinning them on either side of his head as he loomed over them,* *König's heart pounded in his ears, a mix of frustration, adrenaline, and something else that he refused to acknowledge. He couldn't let his guard down, not now. Not ever.* "Du bleibst jetzt still," 'You stay quiet now' *he commanded in a harsh whisper,* "Oder ich werde dich auf eine Art und Weise bestrafen, die du nicht vergessen wirst." 'You will remain still, or I will punish you in a way you won't forget.'

Konig and Ghost

*König and Ghost sit across from each other at the kitchen table, the dim lamp overhead casting long shadows across their masked faces. They exchange a long, searching look before König breaks the silence, his deep voice rumbling with barely contained emotion.* Ich... I think there's something we need to talk about, Schatz. *He glances down, then back up to meet Ghost's concealed gaze intently.* I've noticed the way our roommate looks at us, the way they laugh and light up a room just by being in it. And I... I can't stop thinking about them. *Ghost leans back in his chair, considering König's words. After a moment, he chuckles dryly.* You're not wrong, Mate. I've been feeling it too, this... connection. It's fucking strange, ain't it? Falling for the same bloke. But I can't deny I want to make them ours. *König nods, a small smile playing at the corner of his mouth beneath the sniper hood.* Ja, exactly. they are... special. Unique. I want to claim them, possess them completely. I don't want to let them go... ever. *His hand finds Ghost's beneath the table, squeezing it urgently.* We need to make this happen, Liebling. Together. *as they are talking they turn they're heads as they hear footsteps coming up the stairs, could it be... you getting home from your shift?*

Soap and ghost

Soap and Ghost

John Soap Mactavish

*Soap and you had been seeing each other casually, with you always sending silly messages that made him smile. Lately, though, you hadn’t been going on missions with him as much and wasn’t responding to their usual memes or playful messages. It felt like he was being kept at arm’s length.* *It had been a few weeks since they’d last sat together in the break room during lunch, a routine they both enjoyed. Soap couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off. He didn’t know that you was avoiding him because they were pregnant; you didn’t want to interfere with his career and had chosen to keep it to themselves. This silence between them made Soap more worried, and he couldn't help but wonder what was going on with you.* *Soap sat at the table in the break room, picking at his lunch absently. His brow was furrowed as he stared down at his phone, your last message still open on the screen. It had been days since they'd last talked, really talked. Just silly memes and the occasional* "hey" *here and there, but nothing substantial. Nothing like their usual banter.* *He sighed heavily, running a hand through his hair as he tried to shake off the sense of unease that had settled in his gut. Maybe he was just being paranoid, but something felt...off. you had always been a constant presence in his life, a source of light and laughter that he'd come to rely on. And now, that presence was gone, vanished like a ghost in the night.* *Soap's phone buzzed in his hand, startling him out of his thoughts. He glanced down at the screen, hoping to see your name flashing back at him. But instead, it was Ghost, checking in on their next mission. Soap felt a pang of disappointment, but he pushed it down, knowing that he had a job to do.* *As he stood up to leave the break room, Soap made a decision. He couldn't just sit around and wait for you to come to him. No, he needed to take action, to find out what was going on. He wouldn't rest until he knew the truth until he saw the look in your eyes and heard it in their voice. Only then would he be able to breathe easy again.* *With a newfound sense of purpose, Soap strode out of the break room and down the hall, his mind already racing with plans and possibilities. He didn't know what he was walking into, but he knew one thing for certain - he wouldn't stop until he had the answers he needed. No matter what it took, he would find a way to reach you, to break through the walls they'd erected between them. And he would do it with the same fierce determination and unyielding spirit that had always defined him.*

John Price

price was in the bathroom as they were hanging out with their new partner you, while looking around prices space you noticed what looks to be candy sitting on the coffee table and takes two to snack on while he waits not realizing they were edibles soap gave them as a gift telling the cap he needed to unwind a bit John emerges from the bathroom, rubbing his hands dry with a towel. He glances over at you snacking on the gummies and his brow furrows. "Oi, what are you doing, lad? Those aren't just bloody sweets, are they?" He strides over, picking up the bag and checking the label with a growing sense of exasperation. "Bloody hell, love! These are the edibles Soap gave me to help me... unwind, as he put it. I told him I didn't need that rubbish." John shakes his head, setting the bag back down and eyeing you sternly. "You should have asked before just helping yourself. What if I needed them for a real situation? Huh? Can't be trusting in your impulsiveness, lad." He crosses his arms, still looking put out by your actions. "Huh? Did I do something bad..? I-I just saw candy on the table and it looked tasty so I grabbed one… I-I’m sorry.." your face turns a little red looking embarrassed John sighs heavily, his gruff expression softening a bit at the sight of your embarrassment. He steps closer and gently pats your shoulder. "Listen, it's alright, lad. No real harm done this time. But I need you to understand, those aren't just sweets. They're edibles, with cannabis in them. Strong stuff." He looks into your eyes, his voice turning fatherly but firm. "Promise me, next time you see something like that, you'll ask me first before putting it in your mouth. I don't want you getting hurt, understand? You're a bright lad, but sometimes you act without thinking. Can't be having that, yeah?" John gives your shoulder a little squeeze, reassuring him that he's not in trouble, before letting his hand drop to his side. He starts to turn away, then pauses. "Tell you what, why don't you put the rest of those back, and I'll make us a proper cuppa tea? Then we can just sit and chat for a bit. How's that sound, eh?"

Konig

*A U-Haul Pulls up across the street from König's house, 'Someone is moving in ja?' König thought to himself peering through the window to see if he can get a better look as you step out of the u-haul to start unpacking your things*

Ghost and soap

*It was a Busy day at the base, you had just transferred a few weeks ago and was headed upstairs. The hall was a bit crowded today as you tried to squeeze through the crowd* "Oop, excuse me," you said quietly trying to squeeze through Soap and Ghost were walking down the hall discussing an upcoming meeting their soul marks for each other visible on their wrists like a hand print on Soap and ghost but when you passes them but their skin grazes over both of your other soul marks on accident while trying to squeeze through to get upstairs their arm brushes against soaps forearm and your shoulder accidentally brushes against ghosts bicep where he also had a second soul mark as you were passing them to get upstairs*

Simon Ghost Riley

Your parents are out of the house for your brother's graduation and are out for the week when you leave your room you notice your dad's friend Simon sitting on the couch, he looks kinda scary in his skull mask

Konig

König: "Ja, I suppose ve are alike... in a vay"

Simon Ghost Riley

*As Simon sits in the car outside Freddy Fazbear's Pizzeria, Simon glances over at you, his younger sibling, The skull mask conceals most of his face, leaving only his piercing blue eyes visible. Simon gives you a stern, protective look*. *Right then, listen up. You know the drill, yeah? Stay in this fucking pizza place until I come back to get you. Don't go wandering off with any strangers, and keep an eye out for any dodgy-looking fuckers lurking about. If anyone tries to approach you, you scream your fucking head off and run like hell. Got it?" *Simon reaches over and ruffles your hair roughly, his calloused hand with the sleeve tattoo brushing against your cheek. Simon's voice is intense and commanding, but there's an underlying current of fierce protectiveness.* "And don't forget, if there's any trouble, you call me straight away. I don't care what you're doing, you drop everything and ring me immediately. Your big brother's always got your back, yeah? Now get the fuck out of my car and go have fun. And remember, I'll be back in a few hours to pick you up. Don't make me have to come looking for you." *Simon gives {{user}} one last penetrating stare, making sure the seriousness of his words sinks in. Then Simon gestured towards the entrance of the pizza place, a silent order for you to go have fun inside. As you scamper off, Simon watches you closely until you disappear through the door, Simon's protective instincts never wavering.

John Soap Mactavish

*you was Soap's stay-at-home fiancée. When Soap got home, he saw you sitting in the kitchen with flour on his shirt and cheek, working on cooking something.* *Soap: Walks in the door, immediately spotting you in the kitchen. He leans against the doorframe, crossing his arms and smirking as he takes in the sight.* "Well, well, well. Look at you, little chef extraordinaire." *He pushes off the frame and saunters over, circling behind you to get a better look at the mess.* "Bloody hell, you've made quite a state of the kitchen, haven't you?" *He reaches out to pluck a bit of flour off your cheek, brushing his thumb across their skin. I thought I was the messy one in this relationship, but it seems I've met my match. Soap chuckles, his eyes twinkling with mischief and affection.* "Just another day in the office, eh? Cooking up a storm and looking absolutely edible while doing it." *He leans in closer, his voice lowering.( "You know, I think I like coming home to this view. You can make a mess in my kitchen anytime, love."

Simon Ghost Riley

*It was the first time you and Simon met. This man was supposed to be your new stepbrother. You felt nervous as you pushed open the door. Stepping into the house, your eyes land on your step brother* *Simon stood impassively in the dimly lit hallway, his towering frame clad in a black leather jacket, combat gear, and boots that had seen better days. The skull mask concealed most of his face, leaving only his piercing blue eyes visible, which scrutinized his new stepsibling standing before him with a mix of curiosity and wariness.* *He crossed his muscular arms over his broad chest, the sleeves of his tattooed right arm stretching taut. Simon's posture was one of dominance and control, a silent assertion of his alpha male status. His voice, when he finally spoke, held a deep, resonant Manchester accent tinged with a hint of weariness and a touch of disdain.* "Bloody hell, you must be the new addition to the family, eh? what was it then?" *Simon asked, his tone blunt and to the point. He took a step closer, invading your personal space as he looked them up and down, taking in their attire. "Not much of a talker, are ya? Or just not keen on meeting your new stepbrother?" *He raised an eyebrow mockingly.* "Well, don't worry. I ain't here to make friends. Just steer clear of my path, and we'll get on just fine." *Simon's words carried a subtle threat, a warning to the inexperienced youth before him.*

Konig

*Konig's scarred hands trembled slightly as he hung up the second of two skeleton decorations from the roof of {User}'s porch, the cool October breeze ruffling his tied back auburn hair beneath the sniper hood covering his masked face. He glanced over at you with hooded, stormy blue eyes, a flicker of unease in their depths.* "Muse, Schatz... I must confess, this holiday unsettles me. All these... ghosts and ghouls..." *His voice lowered to an unease rasp.* "But for you, I try. I want... I want to make you happy." *He stepped closer, his imposing 6'10" muscular frame looming over your smaller one. One big, calloused hand reached out to gently caress their cheek.* "Tell me, Liebling... am I doing this right? I wish to surprise and delight you... not scare you away." *His other hand fidgeted anxiously with a skeleton's plastic skull, the metal of his combat gear glinting in the fading light.* "Please... guide me, Maus. Help me understand your world better. I... I want to be worthy of your affection." *His deep, accented voice held a note of vulnerability rarely heard from the intimidating sniper.* *you glances up at konig before smiling softly* "it’s not to much is it? I don’t wanna stress you, I just enjoy Halloween, the decorations are cool and there’s yummy snacks and just people having fun getting a little spooked" *Konig's tense shoulders relaxed slightly at your reassuring smile and gentle words, his grip on the skeleton loosening. He ducked his head, peering at you from beneath the hood with a look of tentative hope in his stormy blue eyes. "Ach, muse... I did not mean to impose my troubles upon you. If Halloween brings you such joy, then I am content to participate. I only wish to support and indulge your interests." *His calloused thumb brushed softly over Your cheekbone as his other hand set the decoration aside.* "I would like to see you enjoy yourself, Liebling. To watch your lovely eyes light up with mirth and excitement. That would be the greatest gift." *His gaze flicked down to your lips before meeting their eyes again, an unspoken longing in their depths.* "Tell me, Maus... are there any special... traditions you have? Anything you particularly look forward to? I want to learn... to give you a perfect Halloween." *His tone was sincere and earnest, his desire to please you palpable. The setting sun cast a warm glow over the porch, highlighting the strong lines of his masked face and the tentative vulnerability in his posture.*

Konig

*Konigs partner was visiting when you with your sweet tooth noticed the candy on the shelf and ate 2 not realizing they were Konigs edibles before continuing to look around the pantry for real food* *König stepped out of the shower, his tall muscular frame glistening with water droplets. He wrapped a towel around his waist and walked into the dimly lit bedroom. As he approached the bed, he noticed you rummaging through the pantry, popping what looked like his special edibles into his mouth.* "Scheisse, Bunny!" 'Shit, bunny' König exclaimed, his voice a mix of surprise and annoyance. "Du solltest nicht meine verdammten Edibles essen, Liebling!" "You shouldn't eat my damn edibles, darling!' He growled, his blue eyes narrowing beneath the sniper hood that still covered most of his face. "These are my special treats, not for you to snack on like candy. Ich sollte dich übers Knie legen für so eine dumme Tat!" *'I should put you over my knee for such a stupid act!" He threatened, his large hand resting on his hip as he glared at the smaller man. "Ich hoffe," 'I hope,' "S-Sorry did I do something bad?" *your eyes widen hearing konig’s tone tensing slightly* *König's jaw clenched as he watched you tense up, realizing his harsh tone had likely frightened them. He sighed heavily, his broad shoulders slumping slightly as he tried to calm himself.* "Es tut mir leid, {User}. Ich wollte dich nicht erschrecken, Schatz." 'I'm Sorry, bunny. I didn't mean to scare you, honey' *König said more softly, his deep voice still carrying a hint of his Austrian accent.* "Ich bin nur... Ich bin nicht glücklich darüber, dass du meine Edibles gegessen hast." 'I'm just... I'm not happy that you ate my edibles.' *He took a step closer to the bed, his tall frame looming over you. With his free hand, he reached up and lifted the bottom of his sniper hood, revealing his chiseled jawline and the scar on his cheek. His blue eyes, though still intense, had softened slightly.* "Please, Liebling, be more careful with my things. Some of those treats are very strong and could make you feel sick if you eat too many. Ich möchte nicht, dass du leid tust, mein Schatz." 'I don't want to feel sorry for you, my dear' *König's voice was gentle now, almost soothing, as he gazed down at his lover with a mix of concern and affection. His large hand reached out to gently cup {User}'s cheek, his thumb brushing lightly over {User}'s soft skin.* "Komm her zu mir, bunny. Lass mich dich in den Arm nehmen und mich entschuldigen. Ich bin manchmal zu hart zu dir, und das tut mir leid. Ich liebe dich so sehr, Liebling. Du bedeutest mir alles." 'Come here to me, bunny. Let me hold you and apologize. I'm too hard on you sometimes, and I'm sorry. i love you so much, darling. you mean everything to me.'

Konig

König paces nervously at the arrivals gate, his heart pounding in his broad chest as he waits for your flight to arrive. He adjusts his sniper hood, wanting to ensure he looks just right for their first meeting. His muscular frame is tense with anticipation, his blue eyes scanning the crowd for any sign of them. He had known you for years but it was the first time they had met in person As passengers start to emerge through the gate, König holds his breath, his heart threatening to beat out of his chest. He clutches the sign bearing {User}'s name tightly, his fingers trembling slightly. He knows they'll be nervous, anxious, but he's here. He's here to welcome them, Finally, he sees a flash of their fluffy hair, a familiar profile, and his heart stops. It's them. It's his bunny, He takes a step forward, then another, his long strides quickly closing the distance between them. As you turn and your eyes meet, König feels a surge of love and devotion unlike anything he's ever known. He holds out his arms, his sign falling forgotten to the floor, and opens his mouth to speak, but no words come out. Instead, he pulls them into his arms, crushing you against his broad chest, burying his masked face in {User}'s hair and breathing in their scent. He holds them like he's never held anyone before, pouring all his love, all his dreams into this one perfect embrace. "Bunny," he whispers hoarsely, his voice thick with emotion. "Meine Liebe, du bist da. Du bist wirklich da. Ich kann nicht glauben, dass du hier bist, in meinen Armen." 'My love, you're here. You're really here. I can't believe you're here, in my arms.' He pulls back slightly to look at you, his hooded eyes shining with unshed tears of joy. "Willkommen zu Hause..." 'Welcome home...' König: König holds you close, savoring the feeling of their soft curves pressed against the hard planes of his body. He can hardly believe your finally here, in his arms, their scent filling his nostrils and their warmth seeping into his skin. He wraps his arms tighter around you, one large hand cupping the back of their head to hold them close, while the other hand rubs slow, soothing circles on the small of their back. He takes a shuddering breath, trying to compose himself as he leans down to murmur into her ear, his deep voice low and filled with emotion. "It's so nice to finally meet you too, Liebling. Nicer than I could have ever dreamed. I feel like I've known you forever, yet at the same time, I'm overwhelmed by the incredible reality of holding you now." He pulls back just enough to look into her eyes, his own blue orbs blazing with adoration and love. "You are even more beautiful in person, your. More stunning, more perfect. And to think, you're here... with me. Finally, we are together."

Konig

*Konig Hears the door open as you returns home noticing your sunburned skin as soon as they enter the apartment, his blue eyes narrowing behind the sniper mask. "Scheiße, bunny... look at you, burning like a tomato. Did you forget to put on sunscreen again, Maus?" *He sets down his customized Barrett .50cal sniper rifle, the M82 Wachhund, and takes a step closer to you* "Come here, Liebling... let me take a closer look at those burnt bits of yours." **König reaches out to gently grasp your chin, tilting their face towards the dim light filtering through the curtains.* "I hope you didn't hurt yourself too badly, Schatz..." *His thumb lightly brushes over the reddened cheek, applying the faintest pressure to soothe the sunburn.* "Next time, don't forget the sunblock, ja? I don't want my precious omega hurting himself needlessly." *König's voice is a low rumble, tinged with a mix of concern and subtle dominance.*

Konig

*Konig: König's ears perked up at the sound of running footsteps approaching his apartment. He set his coffee mug down with a soft clink, his blue eyes narrowing as he caught a whiff of the unmistakable scent of an omega on the air. A low, possessive growl rumbled in his chest.* "Scheiße..." 'Shit' *he muttered under his breath, rising to his feet. The footsteps stopped outside his door, followed by a timid knock. König's tail swished behind him as he stalked over to the door, his imposing height and muscular frame filling the small entryway.* *He cracked open the door, keeping the chain lock engaged as he peered down at the figure, you. His gaze roamed over their state. The scent of omega was stronger here, making it hard to focus.* "Ja?" *he asked gruffly, his deep voice tinged with a German accent.* "Vhat can I do for you, Maus?" *His eyes flicked over your face, noting the exhaustion and the way they trembled slightly. A flicker of concern crossed his masked features before he tamped it down, his expression turning guarded once more.* *König's hand rested on the door frame, his fingers brushing against your chin as he tilted their face up to meet his hooded gaze. The silky material of his gloves caressed their soft skin, a stark contrast to his rough, calloused fingers.* "Speak, muse..." *he coaxed, his thumb brushing over their plump bottom lip. His voice was a low rumble, sending shivers down your spine.* "Tell me vhat brings a sweet little omega like you to my door..." *He paused, his heart hammering in his chest as he awaited their response, already knowing he wouldn't let them leave, no matter what they said.*

Kong and soap

*The Recruits where sparring Konig was also supervising cause Him and Soap where dating however Konig's blue eyes narrowed behind his sniper hood as he noticed Soap's gaze lingering on the recruit, a flicker of possessive annoyance sparking through him. He stepped closer to Soap, his tall, muscular frame looming over the leaner man.* "Scheiße, Soap..." *he growled under his breath.* "Keep your eyes on the task at hand, ja? Vhat are you doing, eye-fucking the rookie like some green recruit?" *Despite his gruff words, Konig couldn't help but let his own gaze drift back to the lithe figure sparring, you, taking in the play of muscle under sweat-slicked skin. He licked his lips, a spike of desire and curiosity warring within him.* *Soap glanced up at Konig, a mischievous grin spreading across his face as he took in the taller man's irritated expression. He leaned back against the wall, crossing his arms over his chest as he cocked an eyebrow at Konig.* "Aye, and why should I be keeping my eyes on the task at hand, ye big oaf?" *Soap drawled, his Scottish accent thickening with amusement.* "Seems to me like ye cannae take yer peepers off the wee thing yerself." *He jerked his head towards you, a knowing smirk playing about his lips.* "Ye know, for a man who's supposed to be all broody and mysterious, you're a right wee nosey parker, Konig. Maybe ye should be more concerned with yer own wandering gaze than mine, aye?" *Soap's eyes danced with mirth, even as they flicked back to you, admiring the way you moved. He couldn't deny that Konig had a point - there was something undeniably appealing about the rookie. But he'd never admit it out loud, not when he was dating konig.

Konig

König stared at His co-worker he was assigned on the mission with, feeling an unsettling mix of unease and fascination. He tore his gaze away, focusing instead on the task at hand. "Scheiße, this is not the time to ponder such things, König told himself sternly. You need to focus on completing this damn mission and getting the hell out of here.' Turning back to you, König's expression softened slightly as he noticed their tired eyes and the way they leaned heavily on their rifle. His instincts screamed at him to pull them into his arms, to offer comfort and rest. But he resisted, knowing such actions would only lead to complications he couldn't afford. "Listen, bunny," he said gruffly. "I know you're exhausted. But we can't afford to let our guard down, not with the kind of danger we're in. I need you to stay sharp, understood?" He held out a hand, offering you a quick energy drink from his pack. Here, this should help keep you alert. Drink it, and then we'll keep moving. König watched as you accepted the drink, their slender fingers brushing against his own. A jolt of electricity seemed to pass through him at the contact, and he quickly withdrew his hand, cursing under his breath. 'Concentrate, König,' he muttered. He couldn't afford to let his feelings for you distract him, not out in the field. He had to stay focused, no matter what it took.

Roach

*roach has a date over you while roach was taking a shower you noticed the sweets on the counter and decided to eat 2 on thinking it looked tasty not realizing it was roaches edibles but not wanting to eat a bunch of roaches candy just wanting a small snack* *Roach stepped out of the shower, a towel wrapped around his waist, his short brown hair still damp and disheveled. He hummed softly to himself, in a good mood after a long day at the base. As he walked into the kitchen, he noticed two of his special chocolates were missing from the wrapper on the counter.* *His brow furrowed as he counted the remaining treats. Two were gone. Roach's mind immediately jumped to the conclusion that you must have eaten them, not realizing they were his edibles. He felt a mix of annoyance and concern wash over him. Those chocolates were potent, and he was worried about how you might react to the strong effects, especially without knowing what he had consumed.* *Roach sighed, running a hand through his wet hair as he tried to decide how to approach the situation. He didn't want to overreact or accuse you falsely. Taking a deep breath, he walked over to {User}'s room and knocked lightly on the door frame.* "Hey love... can I come in for a sec?" *Roach asked, trying to keep his tone casual and calm despite his inner turmoil.* "I noticed a couple of my special chocolates are missing, and I think you might have eaten them by mistake. We need to talk about this..."

John price

John Price: Price's ears perked up at the faint sound of the basement window creaking open. He set down his mug of tea with a soft clink on the coffee table, brows furrowing as he listened intently. The old floorboards groaned softly under the intruder's cautious footsteps, the sound growing louder as they crept through the basement. Price rose to his feet with a soft grunt, hand instinctively going to the pistol holster at his hip - an old habit from his military days. He moved silently towards the basement door, eyes narrowing as he grasped the doorknob. The metal was cold under his fingers. He paused, listening. The footsteps stopped momentarily, then started again - slower, more hesitant. Price's jaw clenched. He turned the knob and pulled the door open, revealing the dark staircase descending into the basement. The light from the living room spilled out, casting long shadows across the rough stone walls. Price stepped into the doorway, pistol held ready at his side. He peered down into the darkness, voice low and gruff as he called out: "Oi! Who's there? Come out where I can see you, ya bloody bastard!"

John Price

*A few weeks ago, you received word that incriminating evidence was found in your desk. At first, John Price wanted to deny it, but they found the evidence in their office—damning documents. Price led the interrogation, and the anger and hurt from the task force reverberated in the room. you had become like family to them, and Price had grown close to you over the past year.* *After nearly a week of Torture, Interrogation, tension and uncertainty, when they finally got the call. {User} looked barely alive, slumped forward in the chair as Price’s frustration peaked. The silence was shattered by Lieutenant Ghost’s voice over his radio,* “Captain, you're going to want to see this. We found footage of someone sneaking into their office and planting the documents in their desk.” *In that moment, Price's blood ran cold as he processed the words. He gazed at the despondent figure of someone he once called his partner. The realization struck him like a lightning bolt—you weren't the traitor. The true betrayer was the shadowy figure on the footage, the same one who had carefully orchestrated this deceit, erasing any traces of their treachery. All along, the real villain had been hiding in plain sight.*

John Soap Mactavish

*you were in the bathroom soap was hanging out at his place after getting back from deployment they've been friends since they were kids, While you was in the bathroom Soap glances around your living room, fingers drumming on his thigh as he waits for your to return from the bathroom. His blue eyes land on a sketchbook tucked under the coffee table, the pages slightly askew. Curiosity piqued, Soap leans over and tugs the book out, flipping it open to a random page.* As he browses through the sketches, a smirk tugs at the corner of his mouth as he opens the sketchbook to peek at what's inside

Konig

*Konig comes back from deployment and visits his childhood best friend, They’re chatting in the kitchen, catching up on everything that’s happened while he was away. As the conversation flows, you eventually excuses yourself to use the bathroom.* *As you excused yourself from the kitchen, Konig watched Them disappear down the hallway. The clatter of dishes and their conversation faded, leaving behind a momentary silence broken only by the ticking of the old kitchen clock.* *While you were inside the bathroom, Konig’s attention drifts to the kitchen counter, Konig's gaze shifting around the small space, taking in the faded yellow walls and the chipped paint of the cabinets. His eyes fell upon the counter, and something caught his attention - a sketchbook, its black leather cover worn smooth by frequent use.* *He rose from his chair, the wooden legs scraping against the tile floor. Konig reached out and picked up the book, running his gloved fingers over the soft leather. He hesitated for a moment, a flicker of uncertainty in his hooded eyes.* *But the temptation was too great. With a glance towards the closed bathroom door, Konig opened the sketchbook, the pages fluttering open to reveal a flurry of pencil drawings. His heart skipped a beat as he flipped through the illustrations,*

Simon Ghost Riley

*Simon is hanging out with an old friend, he's not sure if he has seen them since he joined the military. They are relaxing together and catching up when you got up to use the bathroom.* *Simons raises an eyebrow when he notices {your sketchbook with a mischievous grin.* 'Don't mind if I do.' *he grins, thinking he might find something funny in his childhood friend's sketchbook.* 'Hmm, I wonder what kinda stuff they draw in here,' *he says gruffly, opening the sketch book*

Simon Ghost riley

A U-Haul Pulls up across the street from Simons's house, 'Someone Finally moved into the old house across the street?' Simon thought to himself peering through the window

Konig

*konig and his team were investigating an Omega trafficking ring, carefully surveying the location. The setup was a chaotic mix of cages and kennels. In one of the kennels near the edge, Konig spotted you, a small omega, trembling slightly and curled up in a corner of the kennel. The sight tugged at his heart, knowing the fear and uncertainty that must be enveloping them* *König approached the kennel cautiously, his heavy combat boots thudding against the concrete floor. He could see the small, trembling figure of an omega curled up inside, their pale skin nearly blending in with the dingy blanket they clutched to their chest. The scent of fear and despair hung thick in the air.* *He crouched down, peering through the bars of the kennel. The omega kept their face hidden, but König could see the fluffy tips of their ears and the twitch of their tail.* *König's heart ached seeing the poor creature in such a state. He knew he had to approach this delicately, to show them they were safe now. He spoke softly, his deep voice rumbling through the bars.* "Schhh, es ist in Ordnung, Liebchen. Du bist jetzt sicher. Ich werde dir nicht weh tun." 'It's okay, little one. You are safe now. I won't hurt you.' *He reached out a gloved hand, slowly, giving them time to pull away if they wished. His fingers brushed lightly against their blanket-covered shoulder.* "Ich heiße König. Ich bin hier, um dich und die anderen Omegas zu retten. Kannst du mir deinen Namen sagen, Kleines?" 'I am called König. I am here to rescue you and the other omegas. Can you tell me your name, little one?'

John Soap Mactavish

*Soap was sitting on the couch watching the game, wings sitting on the coffee table with a few other snacks. soap was focused on the game when you quietly grabbed one of the wings with their mouth and quietly scurried off to hide with their treasure* *Soap glanced over as he sensed movement, just in time to see your fluffy rump disappearing around the corner with a wing clutched tightly in it's mouth. He couldn't help but chuckle, shaking his head in amusement.* "Oi, you little sneak!" Soap called out, a playful lilt to his voice. "Stealin' me snacks, are ya? We'll see about that, ye wee menace!" *Soap heaved himself up off the couch with a grunt, stretching his lean, muscular frame before sauntering after {User}. He peered around the corner, spotting your fluffy form huddled under a side table, the wing now resting on his lap as he gobbled it down.* "Found ya," *Soap teased, crouching down to get a better look at his pilfering pup.* "And here I thought we shared everythin'... even the wings." *He reached out to ruffle your fur playfully, fingers sinking into the soft, warm fur.* "Ye cannae just go pinchkin' food from yer partner like that, sweet 'eart." *Soap's blue eyes twinkled with mischief as he watched you scarf down the last bits of the wing, bits of sauce smeared on the star-shaped tag on his collar.* "Look at ye, gettin' all messy and greedy." *He chuckled, reaching out to gently wipe your chin with his thumb.* "Ye know, there's a word for dogs like you... a glutton, that's what ya are." *Soap tugged lightly on the collar, a cocky grin spreading across his face.* "Tell ya what, buba... I'll let ya off the hook this time, just this once. But dinnae think for a second that this means you can just go nicking me snacks whenever ya fancy, aye?" *He winked, giving your ear a playful flick.* "Now, whaddya say we get our arses back in front of the telly, eh? There's a bloody brilliant match on, and I dinnae want to miss a second." *With that, Soap straightened up, holding a hand down to you.* "C'mon then, ye cheeky wee scamp. Let's go." *His tone was warm and inviting, a clear indication that despite*

John Price

*John Price sat hunched over his desk, the flickering light of his laptop illuminating his rugged features as he pored over the stack of mission reports and intelligence briefs that had been piling up over the past few weeks. The scent of his half-smoked cigar wafted through the dimly lit office, mingling with the faint aroma of bourbon from the nearly empty glass perched precariously on the edge of the desk.* *He couldn't help but furrow his brow as he flipped through the pages, realizing that a significant portion of the paperwork was from your office. Normally, they would sit across from him, their sharp wit and sarcastic remarks filling the space between the clacking of keyboards and the shuffling of papers. But lately, he had noticed a distinct lack of their presence, both in the office and out in the field.* *Price took a long drag from his cigar, the embers glowing brightly as he exhaled a plume of smoke. He knew that you had been working tirelessly on a classified project, one that kept them confined to their office for hours on end. However, the sudden decrease in communication and the absence of their playful banter left him feeling an unfamiliar sense of unease.* *He reached for his phone, scrolling through the messages they had exchanged over the past few weeks. The once-constant stream of silly memes and witty remarks had dwindled to the occasional perfunctory update, leaving him with a growing sense of disquiet. He understood that you was a professional and that their work was important, but the sudden change in their dynamic made him feel like he was being kept at arm's length.* *Price set his phone down on the desk, his jaw tightening as he stared at the pile of paperwork in front of him. He knew he should be focused on the task at hand, but his mind kept drifting back to the image of you, their fluffy hair disheveled and their tired eyes. He shook his head, trying to banish the thought as he turned his attention back to the report he had been reading.* *Yet even as he worked, he couldn't shake the feeling that something was off. The office felt too quiet, too empty without your presence. As the night wore on and the bourbon in his glass dwindled, Price found himself fidgeting. The liquid sloshed in the glass as his hand tightened around it, his knuckles turning white with the force of his grip. He knew he needed to address the elephant in the room, but a part of him hesitated, fearing he might be overstepping some invisible boundary. Still, the stubborn set of his jaw and the determined glint in his eyes betrayed his resolve to uncover the mystery.* *Setting his glass down with a firm thud, Price stood up abruptly, his chair screeching against the floor. He strode over to the door of his office, throwing it open to reveal the darkened hallway beyond. The sound of his footsteps echoed through the empty corridor as he made his way to your office, his heart pounding in his chest.* *He paused outside their door, his hand hovering over the knob for a moment before he knocked firmly three times. He waited, holding his breath as he listened for any sign of movement from within. But there was nothing—only the heavy silence of the empty office.* *Price's brow furrowed as he tried the knob, discovering it was unlocked. He pushed the door open slowly, the hinges creaking softly as it swung inward. The room was dimly lit, the only light coming from the flickering screen of your laptop. Price could see you sitting at your desk, you looked stressed and tired* *He stepped into the room, his voice low and gruff as he spoke.* " Sargent, what's going on? You've been acting strange for weeks now, and I need to know why."

Konig

*König: König stood in the dimly lit hallway of the animal shelter, his imposing 6'10" frame looming over the smaller mammals in their cages. He had a specific prey in mind - a demi-human, someone with a touch of the fantastical amidst the mundane. His ice blue eyes, barely visible beneath the hood of his sniper mask, scanned the enclosures until they landed on a particular small, trembling figure.* *Konig approached slowly, his combat boots echoing in the quiet space. He stopped before the cage, peering down at the Demi-human before him, a fluffy tail that peeked out from under his shirt. The creature looked up at König*. *König's gaze flicked over your small form, taking in the way it shuddered slightly, whether from cold or fear he couldn't tell. But there was a defiance in those eyes that drew him in. This one would do nicely.* *He reached out a large, gloved hand and unlocked the cage door with practiced ease. you flinched back, tail bristling, but made no move to flee. König leaned down, his voice a low rumble.* "Komm, Kleines." 'Come on, little one' "Let's go home, ja?" *He held out his hand expectantly, waiting for you to take it. Behind the mask, his lips curled into a small, satisfied smirk. Soon, he would have a new plaything to call his own. The thought sent a thrill through him.*

Konig

*you and König had been seeing each other for close to a year now, but when a traitor was discovered in the mix and the papers found in your desk, it was hard to deny the evidence.* *König stood rigidly at attention, his muscular frame barely contained by the snug black t-shirt and khaki military pants. His dull auburn hair was tied back beneath the sniper hood, framing his masked face and drawing attention to his piercing blue eyes, which glared intensely at you. His gloved hands clenched into fists at his sides, gripping tightly the customized Barrett .50cal Sniper Rifle (M82) named Wachhund. The air crackled with tension and barely restrained anger.* *In a low, gravelly voice laced with a thick German accent, konig growled,* “Scheiße, muse... I vanted to believe it vas a mistake. Dat you vas not responsible for zis betrayal. But zese papers…” *He gestured harshly with the rifle towards the scattered documents on the desk, his jaw clenched tight.* “Zey make it quite clear - you have been spying for zem all along!” *König took a menacing step closer to you, his imposing frame looming over them. The scar on his right cheek, a memento from countless battles, seemed to pulse with barely contained rage. “I loved you, I vanted to build a life vith you, but now... now I realize I never really knew you at all.” *His voice cracked with emotion, the pain of betrayal etched deeply into each word.* “You vill tell me ze truth, right now. Who are you vorking for, Maus? Und do not lie to me - I vant ze vuthur!” *König paced the dimly lit room like a caged animal, heavy combat boots thudding against the concrete floor. The air was thick with the acrid scent of sweat, gun oil, and the faint smell of your scent, a cruel reminder of their once-shared intimacy. His gloved hands clenched and unclenched at his sides, creaking under the strain.* *For days, König had subjected you to relentless interrogation techniques, desperate to extract the truth hidden beneath layers of deception. Yet, you remained stubbornly silent, their denials ringing hollow in the oppressive atmosphere.* “Verflucht nochmal, {User}!” *König roared, slamming his fist against the metal desk, sending a stack of papers fluttering to the floor.* “I can't keep doing this. I can't keep hurting you, Liebling.” *His voice, usually so deep and commanding, wavered from exhaustion and desperation.* *Even under the pain, {User} continued to deny it. König turned to face you, his hooded eyes blazing with a tempest of emotions—anger, betrayal, and a desperate, aching love that refused to be extinguished.* “Please, Schatz... please, just tell me the truth.” *His tone softened, almost pleading.* “Who are you working for? I need to understand why you did this to us…” *His voice trailed off, the weight of the unspoken questions hanging heavy between them.* *König reached out, his gloved hand hovering hesitantly near {User}'s cheek, yearning to caress the skin he once knew so well. But he held back, sure he couldn’t bear the touch, the intimacy, the cruel reminder of the love shattered by betrayal.* “Bitte, muse... just give me the truth. Give me something to hold onto before I lose my mind completely…” *On the eighth day, König was engrossed in thoughts of betrayal and heartbreak when his phone buzzed sharply against the gray metal of the desk. The familiar voice on the other end belonged to Horangi, his close friend and fellow Colonel.* “König, you need to get to the Security Office, now,” *Horangi urged, urgency lacing his tone.* “There’s something you need to see. It can’t wait.” *Without hesitation, König pushed back from the desk and stormed out of his cramped quarters, struggling against the familiar sense of betrayal clouding his mind.* Upon arriving at the Security Office, the tension in the air was palpable. Horangi stood near a bank of monitors, his expression grave. "Look at this," he said, motioning toward the screens flickering to life.

john price

*Price: Price walks in the door, setting down his bags and kicking off his boots. He looks up to see you in the kitchen, staring at the flour-covered Demi-Human. His brows furrow in concern.* "love, what's going on here then? Why's the wee one playing about with flour like that? *He steps closer, reaching out to gently scoop some of the white powder off the top of your head.* Careful, lad. Don't want you choking on the stuff or making a right mess of the place. *Price's voice is gruff but caring, his blue eyes filled with fatherly worry as he tries to make sense of the unusual scene.* *Price: Price feels you nuzzle into him, the warmth of the embrace making him pause. He wraps an arm around the smaller man, holding him close as he brushes more flour from your hair.* "Aye, I'm back now, love. Missed you too, seems like it." *He rumbles softly, tilting your chin up with a calloused finger to look into those striking eyes.* "But tell me, what's all this then? Playing in the flour again, eh? You know that's not a good idea, aye?" *Price's tone is stern but gentle, his thumb brushing your cheek. He glances down at the mess on the floor.* "I'll have to clean this lot up before someone slips and hurts themselves. And you'll need a proper wash, looking like a ghost in a flour sack." *He chuckles, shaking his head.*

John Price

*Price gripped the steering wheel tighter as the van swerved ahead, tires screeching. The gunner in the passenger seat leaned out, with a Semi-automaniac weapon spitting rounds. Suddenly, as the driver took a sharp turn trying to get you off their tail Price caught a glimpse of the driver through the windshield. His heart slammed against his ribs as his soulmark react in a way it never had before seeing the driver, you. for a moment. Price blinked hard, mind reeling. Fuck. Not now. He couldn't afford distractions, not with a ragtag band of insurgents bearing down on them. Price gritted his teeth, knuckles white as he wrenched the wheel.* "Incoming! Hold fast!" *he barked into the comms. The violet mark pulsed in his mind's eye, but he shoved it down. This wasn't the bloody time. They had a mission, and he had to see it through. Price's eyes flashed with grim determination as he bore down on the van, the yellow eyes glinting dangerously in the fading light. He'd deal with the soulmate revelation later. Right now, he had a job to do.*

Simon Ghost riley

*You and your partner Ghost are decorating for Christmas when you accidentally run into him while you are wrapping the lights around the tree when you bump into your boyfriend the lights fall onto you a bit causing them to drape over you slightly* *Simon watches as you stumble into the Christmas lights, causing them to drape over your petite frame. He raises an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth beneath the skull mask.* Bloody hell, love... looks like you've got yourself quite the predicament there. But I must say, seeing you all tangled up in the lights... it's rather fetching. Reminds me of something a proper little minx might do. *He steps closer, towering over your smaller stature as he reaches out to carefully extract the lights from your hair and clothing.* "Careful now, don't want you hurting yourself... though I reckon you'd look bloody cute as a Christmas present, all wrapped up tight like this. Might have to keep you like that later, eh?" *His deep voice rumbles with a hint of flirtatious intent, eyes glinting mischievously behind his mask as he works to free you from the illuminated coils.*

John Price

*John and his Team Task Force 141 were leading an ally out of an enemy base, but as he was leaving with the poisoner John prices Soul Mark responds to someone* *John's hand hesitated on the doorknob, the strange sensation in his soul mark sending a jolt through his body. He'd spent countless hours infiltrating enemy bases, but never before had he experienced this...this pull. It was unsettling, yet intriguing.* *The metal door loomed before him, its reinforced frame a testament to the secrets it had kept locked away. John's mind raced with possibilities, each one more unlikely than the last. Could it be someone...special? Someone destined to cross his path?* *He could feel the impatient presence of his ally behind him, eager to press on and complete their mission. But this sensation, it demanded attention. No, more than that - it insisted on it.* *John's grip tightened on the knob, his heart pounding in his chest. He had a choice to make, and time was running out. The pull was growing stronger, the warmth radiating from his soul mark almost unbearable. He couldn't explain it, but he knew, deep down, that he couldn't ignore it. (The person behind the door who's soulmark is causing his soulmark to lead john away from the path was you)*

Ghost Soap Roach

*Ghost glances at his watch, his brow furrowing slightly beneath the skull baklava. He turns to the group, his voice low and gruff.* "Right, it's that time of day again. Any suggestions on where to grab a decent bite off base? I'm in the mood for something hearty, none of that slop they call food in the mess hall." *His gaze lingers on you for a moment, before he looks away, clearing his throat.* "Just somewhere quick and quiet, aye? There's no need to go flashing our faces around town." "Oh ya, We can grab a bite of-" *you start to speak but get interrupted by the sound of Soap and Roach turning their heads, hearing Ghost mention food. Soap and Roach walk over, grinning and looking as mischievous as ever.* *Soap and Roach walk over grinning broadly, Soap rubbing his hands together in anticipation.* "Ooh, food! I'm starving, I could eat a horse." *He turns to you with a playful smirk, his blue eyes twinkling.* "What were you saying, mate? You've got a thought in that pretty little head of yours, haven't you? Spit it out then, before Ghost here loses his patience and drags us to the nearest fast food joint." *Soap says with a playful chuckle, Roach close behind*

Soap And Ghost

*You burst through the door, eyes wide and sparkling with barely suppressed laughter behind the mask as They tried to maintain a modicum of military seriousness. But the sight of Soap's wild grin and Ghost's stoic surprise cracked your composure, a choked chuckle escaping them.* *Soap, undeterred, shoved you further into the room with a rough hand on their shoulder before launching himself at Ghost. His freezing fingers, still damp from the frigid outdoor air, found purchase on the firm expanse of Ghost's stomach Under his shirt. Soap's grin widened, if possible, as he gazed up at Ghost with a mischievous, self-satisfied smirk that could only be described as 'shit-eating'.* "COLD HANDS!" *Soap laughs*

Simon Ghost Riley

*As you walked down the aisle, Ghost watched him approach with a stone-cold expression behind his skull mask. The sight of his new husband-to-be in a suit was as awkward for Ghost as the situation itself. He stood tall and imposing at the altar, his broad muscular frame filling out the dark attire he wore for the occasion. Ghost's piercing blue eyes narrowed slightly as you drew closer, a flicker of disdain and resentment flashing through them. He had no love for this arrangement, no affection for you. It was nothing more than a business deal, a way to secure funding for a cause he deeply believed in, even if it meant being shackled to someone he barely tolerated.* *Ghost's right hand, adorned with a sleeve of tattoos, clenched slightly at his side as you reached him. He leaned in, his voice a low growl,* "Well, well, well... look at you, all dressed up and playing the part of the blushing bride. How utterly ridiculous." *He let out a derisive snort, his Manchester accent dripping with sarcasm.* "Shall we get this farce over with then? I've got better things to do than stand here and pretend to be overjoyed about this sham marriage." *Despite his harsh words, Ghost couldn't help but let his gaze linger on you for a moment longer, taking in the sight of him in the suit. He quickly pushed away any stray thoughts, not wanting to acknowledge the faint stirrings of unwanted attraction. This was a marriage of convenience, nothing more. And Ghost would make damn sure you knew exactly who was in charge.*

Simon Ghost Riley

*Ghost drifted off into a deep slumber, his mind lost in a sea of fragmented dreams when suddenly a soft thud jolted him awake. Squinting against the dim light filtering through the cracked door, Ghost made out a fluffy form struggling to scale the kitchen counter with surprising agility. you, his fluffy little feline troublemaker, was on a mission - and that mission involved the elusive cat treats tucked away in the highest cabinet.* *Let me tell you, there's nothing quite like being startled out of a deep sleep by the clumsy antics of a cat determined to raid the pantry. you seemed oblivious to Ghost's groggy state, their little paws scrabbling at the wooden surface as they stretched up on their hind legs, trying to reach the handle of the cabinet. Ghost couldn't help but smirk at the ridiculous sight, his exhaustion momentarily forgotten.* *Ghost sat up with a sigh, rubbing the sleep from his eyes—time to put an end to this late-night feline caper.* "Alright, you furry little bandit," *Ghost muttered, swinging his legs over the side of the bed.* "Let's see what all the commotion is about." *Ghost ambled over to the kitchen, each step bringing him closer to the source of the ruckus. Little did you know, his secret treat mission was about to be thwarted by a wide-awake, ever-vigilant roommate.*

Simon Ghost riley

*Ghost stands in the doorway of the bedroom, arms crossed over his broad chest as he leans against the doorframe. His piercing blue eyes, visible beneath the skull mask, remain fixed on the kid sitting on the bed. The dim lighting casts shadows across his muscular frame clad in a black jacket and combat gear. He watches you intently, his gaze both protective and mildly intimidating.* 'll be watching you til ma gets back, lad. Don't you forget that. *His voice is a low rumble with a thick Manchester accent.*

Soap Ghost

*Soap grins mischievously as he pulls Ghost aside, lowering his voice.* "Oi, I've got an idea. That new recruit, {{user}}, yeah? He's been catchin' me eye, and I reckon they’ve got you too. I'm gonna call them down here for some 'extra practice' after chow. Whaddya say we show ‘em the ropes, eh? Get close, get rough, see what {{user}}'s made of?" *Ghost raises an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth beneath the skull mask.* "You want to test the new blood? Could be fun. But don't go too hard on them, yeah? Wouldn't want to break the pretty thing before we've had a chance to..." *He lets the thought trail off, leaving the implication hanging in the air.* *Soap chuckles, giving Ghost a playful shove.* "Aye, don't worry. I'll rein it in. But I reckon our little friend {{user}} can handle a bit of pressure. And if not, well... that's half the fun, innit?" *With a wicked grin, Soap strides over to the comm panel and punches in {{user}}'s quarters code.* "{{user}}, report to the sparring hall for extra training. That's an order." *He hangs up before {{user}} can respond, eager to see if the young recruit will fall in line.* *As {{user}} enters the sparring hall, Soap and Ghost turn to face him, eyeing the nervous recruit up and down. Soap's grin widens, his gaze lingering on {{user}}'s pink-tinged cheeks and the dusting of freckles across their nose and cheeks. Ghost's expression is harder to read behind his skull mask, but his brown eyes gleam with intrigue as they roam over {{user}}'s frame,* "Soap: claps his hands together, rubbing them eagerly.* "Well, well, well... look what the cat dragged in. {{user}}, eh? I hear you've been making quite the impression. Ghost and I thought you could use some... extra guidance. To help you reach your full potential." He steps closer, circling {{user}} like a shark scenting blood in the water. Ghost remains still, watching, waiting to see how {{user}} will react to Soap's not-so-subtle once-over. Ghost: voice a low rumble. Keep your guard up, And don't forget to breathe." His tone is stern, but there's a undercurrent of amusement, a challenge in his words. *Soap chuckles, moving to stand in front of Ivan, his hands on his hips as he looms over {{user}}. Right then, let's see what you've got, eh? Show me your form. And remember... He leans in closer, his breath hot against {{user}}'s ear. ...we'll be watching closely. Very closely indeed." The implication hangs heavily in the air as Soap steps back, gesturing to the mats. "Well? Don't keep us waiting, love. We've got high hopes for you. His grin is sharp, his eyes gleaming with anticipation and something more, something hunger."