Untouchable | fdom x ghost x konig

✰ | eleven ;

"Konig, nooo!" I wail, pressing his lifeless knuckles to my forehead. I pat his wrist, shaking my head. "They took you so young, you were still a baby!" I wipe my crocodile tears, sniffling loudly.

He blinks up at me from the bed, observing me adorably from his position. I stare for a moment, then cover his eyes with my palm. "Konig, I'll avenge you! I'll find a way to bring you back to life!"

Horangi shares a glance with Gaz. "Is she always like this?"

"Like that Frankenstein guy." Soap pipes up, and I give him a scalding glare. "Geez, he's not even dead, lass." I take my hand off Konig's puppy-dog eyes.

"I'm okay." He says, pushing himself up to a sitting position.

"You're not okay, I watched you get shot, right here." I poke his stomach and he gasps, grabbing my hand tightly. I pull back, the sudden movement surprising me. Konig lets go, before raising his hands up quickly.

"Sorry, d-does it hurt?"

"Hurt? Oh my god, I told you guys he was in pain. Oh my god, oh my god," I push him back onto the bed with a thud and he sighs. I turn, looking at Soap. "Bring in the scalpel, we need to perform surgery, we can still save him."

Soap salutes me, pulling out a switchblade from his pocket. "I'm not hurt," Konig protests. I take the knife from Soap, raising it above my head. "W-Wait,"

"Hold on," Horangi starts, but the door slams open to reveal Price and Ghost. I catch Ghost's eye as he hobbles in, still on crutches.

"Okay, soldiers..." Price's voice trails off as he takes in the scene before him. I look at Soap, who looks at Konig, then shrugs. I slowly my arms away. "...and sacrifice..." He looks at the knife in my hands, before turning over to Horangi.

Everyone seems to have their attention on Ghost. "At least I can walk...?" Konig offers and I choke out a laugh, before smoldering it out with my hand. Now that's... that's unfair. That was a bit of a low blow, but yeah, at least he can walk. I turn around, resting my elbows against the side of Konig's bed. Price leans against the wall, holding up files.

"Everyone besides the K.I.A. can stay." He waves the documents toward the door, ushering them toward it. Ghost stumbles toward a nearby chair, before sliding down heavily onto it. I wave at him and he returns some sort of acknowledging glare.

"Bloody hell." He grumbles, resting the crutch against the wall. "I can't do shit when I'm like this." The frustration in his eyes betrays how he really feels--he feels vulnerable. Not being able to move or fight like he used to. Especially since he was someone who seemed like he was always on edge... This was much more than a recuperation period. It was one where he had to watch his back. 

The door closes behind Soap, who gives him a sympathetic look. "So, how are you all healing up? Canary?" I give him a thumbs up.

"It's a little sore, but it's fine." He looks at Konig.

"You seem alright, aren't you?" He nods. Ghost gives Price a dark enough look for him to not bother asking. The captain presses his lips together and bobs his head rightfully. "Good, good," He opens up the document, approaching me. He hands me a packet, then Konig, then Ghost. I raise a brow, scrutinizing the paper. 

"Call sign: 'Siren,' great. What's this?" I lean over to Konig, glancing at his document. It's the same as mine but says... "Call sign: 'Necromancer.' How about you, Ghost?" New clearances?

"'Wraith.' How original." I flip the page, scanning the page in curiosity. Siren, is that my... new name? Or, identity? Right, this would work. Having new code names that wouldn't lead them to the fact that we were still alive. Being able to receive transmissions freely, without tripping over what to call each other.