Echoes|| König x Reader x Ghost

01: Something Nice to Say

"I didn't ask you—"

"I speak for her whether you like it or not." Charlie steps forward intending to intimidate the old man. They were the same height, 6ft tall. I roll my shoulder and push him back. I hand over a letter I wrote earlier that helicopter ride.

'He talks for me, he can translate for me, and he's the only person I trust— I don't care if you like him or me, we are coworkers, not friends.' It read. A man with a Mohawk stood up and took the letter. He chuckles and hands it around.

They begin to laugh at me. This brat. I can tell from their eyes they believed they could crush me. I stare at them, before slowly clapping. I might not be able to speak— but that doesn't stop me from being an ass. I mustered up the most bored expression I could manage and just stared at them. I turn to Charlie and sign to him.

"Laugh now, laugh all you want, but when we're in the field it is I who will carry your fate— damn Spider Monkey you don't have to be so cruel." He arms. "I know they have egos— I know it's unjustified—I can't read when you're going that fast." My hands slow down. I simply give one last message.

"Piss me off, and I'll let you die." Everyone laughed. How cockily of her. Charlie pats my back, before giving me a knowing smile. It was an evil grin; I felt the same— they were looking down on me.

So be it.

'I can tell they get no bitches; they are bitchless.' I sign and Charlie chuckles and signs back.

'No bitches?'

'No bitches.'

I pick up my stuff and walk into the base ignoring the men's stares of contentment and interest. Charlie picked up his stuff and began to follow me, "By the way, her farthest shot was 2,000 yards." He smiles following after her like a puppy.

The two of us were always together. We never left each other alone with the others. We ate together, hung out together, and trained together. We barely talked to each other; We didn't need to. Sometimes coexisting together is all you need.

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One by one the task force 141 slowly realized she was always watching. Her unblinking stares are unsettling. Her eyes smoothly tracked from one side to another, she seemed to be aware of everyone who looked at her. She had this uncanny ability to simply turn around the moment someone gazed at her a moment too long.

They didn't like how quiet she was either. Was she too above them to speak to them? No one liked how well she ignored their cruel words. She simply gazes at them coldly and vacantly. Her gaze barely gave away what she was thinking. She's unreadable and it was incredibly frustrating.

The two were practically married. There was a silent bet to see if they were. They had matching tattoos on their hands, the left a skull the right dates. Charlie had a tattoo sleeve; it was incomplete but looked very ornate.

Gisele wore long sleeves even in hot temperatures. She looks a little miserable. Her hands had scars across the top. She seemed to hide her body within her clothes, leaving everything to the imagination. She's conveniently pretty but that's not saying much to men who haven't seen a woman in months.

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Most of them didn't introduce themselves, from verbal content clues the one in the skull mask— edge lord himself, Ghost. The mohawk one is Soap— stupid if you ask her. Why would you name yourself soap? What is are you a type of detergent? The old dog was called Price. The last one was Gaz, he only none whites besides me and Charlie.

"Gisele," I look up to see Gaz walking up to me. He flashes me with a fake smile. I look back at my gun, I have dissembled my rifle cleaning it to be spotless.

"Cleaning your gun?" I nod, Charlie looks up from his phone and turns to Gaz giving him a suspicious glance.

"We're having a shooting compilation you want to participate?" I stopped and looked over to Charlie who only shrugged. I look back and nod— I'll show them what I've got.

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Everyone was gathered up. They all turn to me suspiciously. A few had smirks on their faces. Charlie sat back hiding his wide smile. They were trying to humiliate her— to show her she's nothing.

Too bad I am something.

I silently waited for my turn; they all went before me. All had good scores, but they were nothing compared to my abilities. I have a sharp eye and can shoot a gun with such ease it's like it's I'm a part of it.

The first round was pistol shooting. There was a line of beer cans lined up. I picked up the pistol twirled it in my hands and stepped forward. I gauged my distance and looked over. I dropped my hand and looked down before looking up. I lazily stretch my hands out and begin to hit each can easily. It was as easy as eating cake.

The second round was normal gun movement. Shielding yourself and shooting. I was good at it; my smaller frame made it easier to do the task. I was one of the faster and more accurate shooters. Far from the best but better than half.

The last round was my specialty my crème de la crème. This is my magnum opus round. The first shot was 100 yards, easy. I frown there is something off. The bullet drifted— this gun is faulty.

150 yards, done. This time I shifted a little still a head shot but it wasn't dead center, annoying.

200 yards, yawn.

500 yards, piece of cake.

I get up and begin to walk back to them and pass them. For my last round, I'll be cocky— 1000 yards.

Everyone begins to whisper a few begin to degrade me. I wasn't going to make it, they said.

It is the dead middle of the head.

I stand up and hand the gun back to Soap turn to Charlie and sign.

"The gun is faulty," Charlie spoke up translating my signs.

"What?"

"The gun is making the bullet drift a few centimeters to the right." Everyone looked at each other. "You should get it fixed." Charlie hums a slide cocky smirk on his face.

"By the way what does she win? Every good competition should have a prize." Charlie Snickers knows damn well the prize was berating Gisele. They all frown.

"Oh, she doesn't care—" Charlie hums annoyed I didn't want anything. I walk back to the barracks— back to cleaning my gun. I made myself clear. I am good and I am cocky.

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"You all were trying to humiliate her huh?" He turns to them his gaze cold and heartless. None of the task force felt fear— they didn't care for him. He was nothing.

"She has an ego," Soap spoke up.

"That's not ego, it's skills."

"You're nothing but her little pet!"

"El burro save más que tú, so be it." He folds his arm chuckling at their words.

"She's only here temporarily," Price spoke up as smoke exited his mouth.

"I suggest you don't make an enemy of us; we don't play fair once you anger us." He threatens.

"Who the hell do you think you are?"

"I am Charlie— the one and only." He spreads his arm out chuckling and walking off to find Gisele.

"Both of them have egos," Ghost spoke up. Everyone nods.

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I have no idea if the Spanish is correct. If you can speak Spanish and would like to help me please DM me!

 Ps. I have never played COD or know gun terminology so... yeah.