Call of duty one shots

The biting February wind howled outside, rattling the windows of the safehouse. Inside, however, a cozy warmth bloomed. It was Valentine's month, a concept that usually left Y/N cold. But this year was different. This year, König was here.

Y/N, a seasoned operator for Task Force 141, never thought she'd find romance on the battlefield. But König, the hulking, masked mountain of a man, had chipped away at her hardened exterior, revealing a vulnerability she'd long thought lost. His quiet strength, his surprisingly gentle touch, and the rare glimpses of kindness behind the intimidating mask had captured her heart.

König, for his part, was a man of few words, but his actions spoke volumes. He'd noticed Y/N shivering during a particularly brutal briefing and had silently draped his own heavy coat around her shoulders. He remembered her favorite brand of coffee and would leave a steaming mug on her desk without a word. The small gestures, the unspoken understanding, had woven a tapestry of unspoken affection between them.

This Valentine's month, they had decided to celebrate, not with flamboyant declarations or public displays, but with a quiet intimacy that suited their respective personalities.

Y/N had scoured nearby towns, carefully selecting a collection of German chocolates she knew König would appreciate. She even managed to find a small, intricately carved wooden wolf, a nod to his codename. She'd spent the afternoon stringing fairy lights around the living room, transforming the sterile safehouse into a haven of soft, warm light.

When König finally arrived back from a grueling mission, his shoulders were slumped with exhaustion. He peeled off his gear, the clatter echoing in the mostly silent building. Y/N met him in the hallway, her heart doing a little skip as she saw him.

He was still wearing his mask, its familiar presence both comforting and tantalizing. She longed to see his face, to see the emotions that flickered behind those intense eyes, but she respected his boundaries.

"Welcome back," she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

He simply nodded, the gesture acknowledging her presence and the warmth she radiated. He followed her into the living room, his eyes widening slightly as he took in the fairy lights and the soft glow.

"You did all this?" he asked, his voice a low rumble.

Y/N blushed, suddenly feeling self-conscious. "It's... nothing much."

He approached, his large hand gently reaching out to cup her cheek. Even through the thick material of his glove, she could feel the warmth radiating from him.

"It is beautiful," he said, his voice softer than she'd ever heard it.

He then presented her with a small, unassuming box. Inside, nestled on a bed of velvet, was a delicate silver necklace. The pendant was a tiny, intricately crafted hummingbird.

"Hummingbirds... they are resilient, strong, and beautiful," he explained, his voice hesitant. "Like you."

Y/N's eyes welled up with tears. She reached out and took his hand in hers, her fingers intertwining with his.

"Thank you, König," she whispered, her voice thick with emotion. "It's perfect."

They spent the rest of the evening in comfortable silence, sharing the chocolates, soft music playing in the background. Y/N showed him the wooden wolf, and he took it in his hand, turning it over and over, a small smile playing around his lips.

Later, as they sat on the couch, his arm around her, Y/N leaned her head against his broad shoulder. The warmth from his body seeped into her bones, chasing away the February chill.

She knew that this Valentine's celebration was unlike anything she'd ever experienced. It wasn't about grand gestures or extravagant gifts. It was about the quiet intimacy, the unspoken understanding, and the deep connection they shared.

As she drifted off to sleep, tucked safely in his embrace, Y/N knew that this was more than just a Valentine's month celebration. It was the beginning of something truly special, something precious, forged in the fires of war and nurtured by the quiet strength of a masked giant and the unwavering heart of a soldier. And in that moment, she knew she was exactly where she was meant to be.