^+ Tough Love +^ |König X Fem!Reader|

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Gaz had been half hazardly harnessed. With no actual harness they had wrapped the rope around his waist and between his legs. He did not seem in any mood to do this.

"Good luck." Price wished. Gaz gave him a small glare with his lips puckered.

"Thanks honey." He said sarcastically.

"Anything babe." Price returned the sarcasm. Gaz walked towards the cliff, beginning to start shuffling down the 20 foot cliff.

Ghost was holding onto Gaz. König standing next to Price ready to haul everything up.

Gaz could be heard swearing under his breath as he finally reached the bottom. Once he managed to get far enough away from the cliff face he undid the harness as Ghost pulled it back up.

"Your turn Sergeant." Ghost took the rope and began tying it over Soap.

"Let's hope I don't fall." Soap chuckled.

"20 feet is not exactly the nicest fall." König laughed as him and Price waited for them to finish. Soap began his descent, Ghost holding tightly onto the rope and letting a little loose every few feet. His boots planted firmly into the ground.

Soap took a longer time than Gaz. He knew his size was a lot more concerning and dangerous than Gaz.

Ghost had kept on his gloves, helping him keep grip. Soap had a few slips here and there but he did manage to make it to the bottom.

"We'll start loading, we'll tell you when!" Soap shouted up. Him and Gaz both began pushing and tilting one crate, making it roll over onto the hammock of the blue rope.

"Ready." Gaz confirmed as him and Soap stepped away from it.

Price and König both placed their feet into the ground.

"1, 2. Don't try and rush this part." Price advised. König nodded in reply.

I couldn't help but admire König. He was muscular and tall but still kept hidden muscle in his slim build.

König seemed more focused, Price struggling a bit more as he was panting heavily.

"1." Price called out, the two pulling the rope by their left hand. "2." They switched to their right hand to be farther up the rope.

Once the crate began nearing the top Ghost ran over, placing his hands on the top corners so it didn't tip back into the two below.

He rolled the crate over onto the plateau, pushing it out of the way while removing the fabric under it.

Price took a second to breath. König noticing. "All good captain?"

He took a second to reply. "Let's just get this last one up."

The last one was a bit bigger than the one they had just pulled up. Something didn't feel right.

Glancing down at the hook that held Gaz and Soap's rope, it seemed strong but the rope was flimsy.

"Alright boys, load the next one." Ghost shouted as he stood to watch the crate.

"I don't know about this one." Gaz gave it a concerned heave as it finally turned over onto the hammock.

"Just get it done!" Price yelled. Him and König took their places at the rope. Slowly they began their first heave.

This crate was definitely heavier.

Price seemed strained, as every pull seemed to be a struggle. König giving off small pants as he was a bit slower but he was trying to keep it in place more than anything.

"Gah!" Price hissed as the rope slipped from his left hand, quickly replacing it. Ghost took notice as he ran over to the rope, grabbing the side behind König.

"You guys better move down there!" I shouted down. Glancing over at the boys, I could see that Price's feet were shifting. Since that was happening, more weight was put onto König.

If König can't hold it, it's going to fall.

Quickily I rushed over to the red rope, grabbing it's hook from the ground.

I positioned myself to be directly next to the blue rope as I tied the red rope onto the hook.

"What are you doing?!" König said in a shocked manner.

I threw the hook, managing to hook it on to the outer corner of the crate.

Almost on queue, Price slipped completely.

Following Price so did König. Ghost pulled back but slid forward. The tall brit gasped as he leaned back to keep standing. König pushed up against me, almost pushing me off but I grabbed for the blue rope.

"God damnit!" I hissed as the rope began scratching my hand.

"Gah! Bloody- mother of-" Ghost growled curses of all kinds as he strained back from the crates weight. König jumped back to the rope, being side by side with Ghost now.

"Hold on!" König huffed in his adrenaline.

Price grabbed back onto the rope. The crate had fallen almost all the way back down to half way.

I couldn't help but grunt as I tried to pull it back, my foot so close to the edge I had no where to plant my power point.

König wrapped one arm around my waist as he pulled me back, allowing me to finally get a hold of the rope.

"Watch out!" Distant yells were head down the cliff as loud thuds were.

"Just rocks!" Gaz reassured.

"Price, readjust!" Ghost barked out. Price understood as he changed his position.

König wrapped his arm under my armpit to hold onto the rope. I took this chance to place my hand between his and the other on the left side of his other hand.

"Ready?" Ghost warned. "Pull!"

We all began kicking back. My boots digging into the harsh dirt. Ghost seemed strained and Price seemed like he wouldn't be able to do it.

"Almost there!" Soap reassured.

As the crate approached the top, I let go of the blue rope, grabbing the red rope with both hands as I began to pull the rope. My hand cuffs digging into my wrists like no tomorrow.

With how the crate was coming up the edge it would come standing straight up, either it will fall back or tip forward, By placing the hook on the top outer corner it will help me pull the outside of the crate towards me.

"Gah!" I gasped as I twisted the rope around my hand before yanking it back. The crate gave one quick heave as it fell forward heavily.

All the boys and me fell back in relief. König's arm still around me as I laid back into his chest. The red rope uncoiling from my hand.

A harmony of heavy panting came from us.

"Good hook." Ghost complimented.

"Thanks.." I said past breathes.

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