^+ Tough Love +^ |König X Fem!Reader|

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König POV

It killed me to see her in pain. Her screams tearing my heart apart.

She took the USB, rolling it over in her hands before nodding. "Th.. thats it."

Price took it and shoved it into his pocket. "Let's move!"

"We need to get the rest of the glass out." Gaz advised as he tried to push her back. She shoved the belt back into her mouth before grabbing the large piece in her arm and yanking it out, a large scream escaping from her.

She threw it aside before standing up hastily, taking the belt out of her mouth. Buckling it back over her waist she was determined.

After a hesitant step forward she fell to her knees. Her eyes rolling back as she passed out pale. She had lost too much blood.

"Woah." I hurried forward as I caught her. Her side was across my back. Leaning forward and tipping her forward I grabbed her leg and her arm in opposite hands, holding her in a fire fighter position.

Ghost went forward behind Price as me and Gaz following behind them. Pulling my arms closer together to keep Y/n secure. She was warm, but she wasn't warm because her body was. She was warm and wet, I could feel blood trickling down onto my shoulder.

Don't worry Y/n, I won't leave you alone.

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Y/N POV

My head was hurting so bad. I couldn't feel my hands and my feet. There was a blinding light in my eyes as I could feel the back hurt. I had been switched into a light blue shirt and pants. I was in a large medical area. Beds were lined up on both sides of the room.

The large area was filled with a small handful of people. Looking to my left I could make out another soldier 2 beds away. He had wrappings over his eye and on his arm and leg. Sleeping.

In the rows across from me was Los Vaqueros. Some with small bandages, one stood out to me to have his whole chest wrapped up. Among them was Soap who was having his shoulder wrapped.

Once I noticed him he peaked over at me. His eyes lit up as he smiled at me. He nodded over to my close right.

Following his gaze I looked over. A tall man was sitting at a chair next to my bed. Sleeping with his arms crossed.

Finally using my hands I reached out and lightly ruffled his hair. He turned over for a few seconds before lifting his head.

He was wearing a black medical mask over his face. He was wearing his athletic jacket and his tan pants, his vest and guards missing. His grey eyes shifted as he looked at me. He basically jumped up.

In a hushed tone he was saying Austrian gibberish before realizing what language I understood. "You're finally awake, how are you feeling?"

He was so excited he forgot to speak english.

I could feel a gentle smile form on my face as I saw him. He gently wrapped his hand around my right hand, pulling it close to him as he kneeled down against my bed.

Noticing my own hand my right hand bondage in the middle, so did my left as it covered the gashes.

"Did they stitch up my sides?" I asked as I looked at my left arm that had wrappings and medical tape around it.

"Here too." He tapped his cheek. Moving my hand I felt it, gauze was taped over it.

Looking back up at König he was waiting for me.

"Can you walk?" He asked gently. Taking my hand from his I turned to place my feet down. König hurried to the other side of the bed as he waited for me. My arm, face and hands felt extremely sore. That's the part they never tell you about surgeries.

I gently grabbed my IV before pulling it out, flinching.

Getting used to walking I let König lead the way. Following close behind him I gave Soap a quick hello before leaving. We stepped out into a large court yard, König kept glancing back to make sure I was ok.

After walking around this large facility we came into a large room. Inside was a long table in the center and a projector showing an image into the screen.

Price stood aside the screen with Laswell as they muttered urgently to themselves. At the table sat a few men dressed regularly but a few in suits. One was Alejandro with Rudy standing behind his chair. All the other men were probably team lieutenants and captains.

Everyone noticed us as Price waved me towards a chair up front. Alejandro sat across from me. Sitting into the seat I made eye contact with the stubborn faced man. Rudy nodded me a hello in which he received a nod.

"Now that Y/n is here we can begin our meeting." Price announced. Laswell gave me a small smile as the man turned to the screen.

"We went on a mission to search for a USB with records of these bombs. The cartel has moved 4 bombs. They moved it through the border to Arizona, and another had been transported by Zakiel's men all the way to Louisiana. Those bombs have been taken into custody. As for the bombs in Arizona we have managed to locate one, the other is missing.

"After the assassination of Zakiel, Y/n L/n has been put in charge since being second in command. Though her disappearance has caused.. issues." Price glanced over at me. Glancing across the table Alejandro was giving me a death glare.

"The bombs in Austria have been located. As for the ones in the Netherlands.." Price was hesitant to continue. "We don't have records of them being transported, but we do have a record of where they may be now."

A map flashed onto the screen. "There was a large facility in Mexico, this was the last sight and main hub for the storage of these bombs." 

"To think these were right under our noses." Alejandro grumbled to himself.

Rudy gave him a sad look. Glancing back at König he stood behind me against the wall, his large stature hidden in the low lighting.

"We plan to infiltrate this facility and take all the bombs into custody and destroy them. Teams have been deployed to Louisiana, as for Austria they have been alerted." Price handed Laswell a clicker.

The woman stepped forward as she cleared her throat.

"We have assigned squads to take on which location. Alejandro Vargas, Y/n L/n. You two will be the main squads to take on the bomb facility. Who you bring with will be in your hands. Captain Jamison, Gage and Baker will be leading their teams to seize the bombs in Louisiana."

Alejandro raised his hand, causing Laswell to look over at him.

"What are we to do about Xavier?"

Even his comment took me aback. I completely forgot about him.

Price and Laswell shared a glance.

"He is running the bomb facility. He has taken over Y/n's position."

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