𝙲𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚘𝚏 𝙳𝚞𝚝𝚢 𝙾𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜

|ɢᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏᴏ ꜰᴀʀ| König x Reader x Ghost p.2

(Author's note: Hey there, fabulous friends!
Just popping in to give you a heads-up before you dive into this chapter: I might have gone a tad overboard again and ended up with a whopping 13.293 words. Oopsie!  But hey, I poured my heart into it, and I really hope you enjoy every bit of it! Oh, and guess what? I've been toying with the idea of cooking up a part 3 down the road. What do you all think? Would you be up for more adventures? Let me know your thoughts! 💫)

The haunting recollection of that night grips your mind with an intensity that refuses to wane, as if etched with fiery emotion, unwilling to release its hold on you. How could such a momentous event ever fade from memory?

It feels as though fate, driven by some enigmatic force or perhaps relishing in your anguish, orchestrated the decision that tore you apart. Since that fateful night, Ghost and König have been whisked away on a mission, leaving you, a mere recruit, to face separate tasks alone.

The separation has been excruciating, each passing day stretching into endless weeks until a month slips unnoticed. The truth remains obscured, a tangled web of confusion that refuses to unravel. Yet, you find solace in throwing yourself into your duties, a temporary escape from the turmoil that churns within.

That evening stood out amidst a sea of routine, a rare instance of freedom unfurled before you, unburdened by rigorous training or mandatory tasks. No curfew dictated your actions, granting you an unprecedented sense of liberation.

Seizing the moment, you adorned yourself in attire that subtly accentuated your figure, exuding elegance without veering into immodesty. It was a meagre collection of 'normal' clothes you possessed, but when paired together, they transformed you into someone entirely new. With meticulously styled hair and a hint of makeup adorning your features, you felt a profound shift within yourself, embracing a newfound sense of femininity and beauty that you believed you rightfully deserved.

Accompanied by male and female fellow soldiers, you ventured beyond the confines of the base to a nearby bar, relishing in the simplicity of a carefree and enjoyable evening—a luxury long denied to you. Mindful of your actions, you indulged in just the right amount of drinks, savouring the fleeting moments of camaraderie and laughter.

As the night progressed, time seemed to slip through your fingers like grains of sand until you eventually found yourself standing before the door to your dormitory, a contented smile gracing your lips. However, upon crossing the threshold, your joy abruptly dissipated into a whirlwind of conflicting emotions.

König and Ghost greeted you within the confines of your shared space, their unexpected return from their mission catching you off guard. Relief flooded your senses at the sight of their safe return. Yet, an undercurrent of apprehension rippled through you, knowing that this reunion would necessitate confronting the events of that unforgettable night.

Ghost and König's gazes linger upon you with curiosity and intrigue as if suddenly awakening to the allure of your newfound femininity. Their eyes travel from the crown of your head to the tips of your toes, absorbing every detail of your transformed appearance.

Breaking the silence, Ghost is the first to acknowledge the change, his words hinting at genuine admiration.

"You look stunning," he concedes, his voice laced with sincerity.

König, taking a step closer, closes the distance between you, his expression softening as he, too, acknowledges the unexpected enchantment of your presence.

"I must confess, I didn't anticipate seeing you in such a captivating light," he murmurs, his eyes tracing the contours of your figure with unabashed fascination.