König x Female!Reader
••You learn more about König over dinner, as well as some things about yourself.

If you had to choose one word to describe the current situation, you'd choose awkward.

You were sitting on your bed, tucking into your food despite how questionable it tasted, while König sat on the floor with his tray in his lap. The entire time, he was just... staring at it. He didn't move. He didn't look at you. He just stared.

Did he expect you to talk with food in your mouth the entire time? Or did he just not know how to start a proper conversation?

Your eyes shifted to him as you put another forkful of mystery meat in your mouth. He almost appeared to be sad, and you found yourself feeling pity for him. He hadn't been cruel to you, so there was no real reason to dislike him.

"Aren't you going to eat?" You finally asked him.

He looked up at you, then back down at his tray. "Well... I could, but.." He trailed off, sounding unsure of himself. "I wasn't sure if that would bother you."

You tilted your head, confused. "Why would it bother me?"

"I don't exactly know." He quietly admitted.

"Well, I'd like for you to eat. Surely you must be hungry."

At that moment, a question crossed your mind. How did he eat with the sniper hood? Perhaps he lifted it up whenever he took a bite, or maybe he preferred to eat in private so he didn't have to worry about it. He didn't seem too keen on showing his face. You'd never seen him without the hood.

König glanced at you again, as if searching for further confirmation, then hesitantly lifted his hood just enough for him to slip a spoonful of food underneath it. You felt wrong for watching and looked down at your tray instead. 

"Let's talk about your task force, ja?"

Right, that was the whole reason he was here.

Oh, where should I start...

"My captain, Ted Kransky, was a sack of shit with an overinflated ego who only cared about himself and the mission." You muttered, poking at your food with your fork. "Lotta people died because of him. Some were my friends."

König listened quietly, his eyes trained on you.

"He turned a blind eye to what was happening to me. Didn't give two shits. Sometimes he even joined in, threw a few punches himself. I was an easy target for his anger, I guess."

König tapped his spoon against his tray, the only outlet he gave to the building anger within him. "What missions did he send you on?"

"Raids, mostly. Quick and dirty." You decided you weren't hungry anymore and set your tray aside. "He always sent us in without backup. He knew the situation would deteriorate quickly, so he stayed back—watching and waiting until the time came for him to simply waltz in and take whatever he wanted out of the wreckage. Those of us still alive went back to base to lick our wounds."

The spoon in König's had nearly bent under the pressure from his grip.

"Blödmann..." He muttered, setting the spoon down before he bent it in half. A long, forceful sigh escaped him, his eyes now soft and apologetic as they gazed upon you. "I am sorry you had to experience that, Liebling."

Heat rose to your cheeks as you quickly averted your gaze. The word was foreign to you, but the way he'd said it so fondly led you to believe it was some sort of term of endearment. Had it been a slip of the tongue?

"What's that mean?" You asked.

"What?" König tilted his head in confusion, then seemed to realize what you meant. "Oh, ahh... apologies. I forgot you do not know German."

You snuck a glance at him, hearing him get all flustered at your question.

Definitely something endearing.

"It's alright. I was just curious." You said, a small smile tugging at the corners of your mouth. "As intimidating as you are, you're kind, König. And I mean that."

König lowered his head, obviously flustered. "I do not get to act this way very often." He said. "My job is very demanding and requires a certain kind of toughness. No emotion. No fear."

"I get that." You leaned forward on your knees, feeling more comfortable now as your gaze wandered his figure. "It's exhausting, isn't it?"

"Yes..." He murmured, still hiding his eyes.

There were other things he wanted to say, but he felt it may be too soon. He didn't know how to handle these emotions that he'd never really felt before. He didn't know how to handle the way you made him feel.

"Have you considered joining KorTac?" He suddenly spoke, his eyes flicking up to meet yours.

You ran a few fingers through your hair. "Not.. really. I'm still not sure what I want to do yet." You said, gazing into his eyes and seeing how they glimmered with hope. "Why?"

"Well, it would be the most plausible step moving forward if you wished to continue your line of work." He explained, his tone briefly slipping into a less intimate, more professional one. "We have granted you a safe haven indefinitely, and I will make sure that you are treated far better here than you were before."

You pursed your lip, unsure of what to think. König must've seen the indecision on your face, because he hummed quietly and rose to his feet, tray in hand.

"Think about it." He nodded to you before turning and leaving the room.

Your reflection upon his words clashed with your newly developing feelings. Would you actually join to further your career? Or would you join just because your newfound feelings for him made you want to stay close? 

Maybe you'd join for both. Hell, a woman like yourself deserved to be happy for once. You were starting anew, turning over a new leaf.

Perhaps there was a future for you within KorTac.