^+ Tough Love +^ |König X Fem!Reader|

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Y/n POV

We had all hauled the crates back to camp. Inside was ammunition and armor.

It was definitely worth it.

I had returned back to my sleeping bag. My arms sore from the strain. I felt bad for Price and Ghost. Ghost was put to the test of holding 400 pounds by himself, while Price was already exhausted.

The men crowded around a table, gathering their meals.

The sun was beginning to set.

König walked over to our spot. He had two plates in his hands as he held one out to me.

"Good job today. You are quick. I like that." He smiled past his mask. I grabbed my plate, unwrapping the plastic silverware.

I threw the plastic wrapping aside.

"Thanks. You did most of the heavy lifting." I glanced over at Ghost. He was flinching at any big arm movement.

"Ghost is strong but not that strong." König criticized. He placed his plate down as he analyzed everyone.

"They have all known each other for a long time. Price is nice when you know him but in heat of moment he is stressed. Gaz is attached to Price. Soap and Ghost trust each other most." König began pointing them all out.

"Hm." I grumbled as I took a bite out of my food.

Price had been resting the entire afternoon. Gaz, Soap and Ghost at the table. Ghost was sat up on a chair leaning forward with his shirt off as Soap helped put compression tape onto him.

I placed down my food, walking over to the two.

"Soap, I got this." I offered. The scotsman looked over, handing me a piece of the black tape. The large brit glancing over his shoulder.

"Alright then, go careful on him." Soap gave a quick pat onto my shoulder as he walked away.

Ghost growled as I lightly pressed my fingers into his shoulders, finding the tightest place to place the strip. Once I found it I tugged the tape back softly and smoothed it down.

"Easy." Ghost groaned.

"Sorry. I forgot to thank you back there. That wasn't easy." I thanked him. Peeling the sticky layer free I moved onto his right shoulder.

"No need to thank me. I'm just doing my job," The tall blonde was very different. He was a good listener, his words picked carefully. Thought his back was covered in scars.

"Alright, you should be all good." I patted him gently on the back as I left him alone. As I turned back to my spot I noticed König staring daggers.

I raised an eyebrow to him as I sat back down and grabbing my food.

"Soap had his tape ready. You could have just left it to him." He stared at me.

Was he serious?

What was the issue now? I thought we were 'making bonds'.

"I just said thank you. Not that it's your business." I added as I leaned against my wall, taking a bite of my food.

König glanced down at my hands.

"I worry." König finally piped up about this feelings. He lowered his head, hiding his face from me somehow.

Tch. I reached out and grabbed his hand.

"You don't have to deal with me for long. We just have to finish this mission and we can go our different ways." I softly rubbed his thumb, his hand tightening around mine.