Silent Hour | König X Fem

Mental Warfare Ch. 7

POV: König

We packed our backpacks with haste, making sure we had weapons, food, clothes, and ammo. As I shoved a few extra mags into my vest I glanced over to see Saige flipping two hunter blades, testing the weight.

She seemed content with them, putting the blades into the forearm holsters she was already wearing. The blades were long, almost as long as her forearms and had no hilt, the handle blended into the blade to allow for a more descreet look and more mobility. Of course, the blades had grooves in the handle so it didn't slide back and slice her hands.

The forearm holsters were attached to sleeves that could be tightened with straps. The sleeves in question had a thumb hole so they didn't slide back and a strap around the lower part of the upper arm above the elbow so they didn't slide forward. The blades laid on the inside of the forearm. It reminded me of something an assassin would wear on their missions, almost like the Assasins Creed wrist blade. I had seen Soap play that game a few times in the rec room.

Her green gaze locked onto mine and I smirked to myself, looking back down at my backpack straps as I adjusted them. Once satisfied I looked back up to Saige only to find she was already looking back at me. "Ready?" She questioned, tilting her head.

She was wearing a black long-sleeved compression shirt, dark gray army cargo pants, black combat boots, a thigh/hip pistol holster on her left, a dark gray bandanna around her neck, thin tactical gloves, a slim winter jacket, a bullet proof vest, and had a black Balaclava in hand. When she slid it on over her face it had a white skull on it, matching Ghost's.

I quirked up a brow, realized she couldn't see due to the veil, and instead tilted my head in a questioning manner. She had black eye makeup in one hand, about to put it on around her eyes when she paused and looked over at me. "They were looking for me specifically, I'd rather them not know who I am." She hummed.

I nodded slightly before speaking up. "Isn't that one of Ghost's masks? Where'd you get it." I questioned, a small bubble of jealousy rising to my surface as I looked at her. Her brows knit together under the baklava at the question as she begain quickly applying the eyeblack.

"We don't have time for this, I'll explain later. We need to focus on the task at hand." She spoke in a dismissive tone as she covered her exposed eye area with the eyeblack. She looked so much like Ghost now, except with a more friendly yet striking green gaze, feminine, and shorter. A lot shorter.

I grumbled as we walked out and begain the long trek to the prison I had previously escaped from. I had escaped late yesterday,arrived early this morning, rested, and then found Saige.

I glanced at Saige and my mind instantly flip flopped, racing around Saige's words.

Why does she have his baklava, and what does she mean by 'I'll tell you later' please tell me now, I don't do well with suspense.

Sensing my tension, she glanced over to me and gave me a reassuring look. "Are you alright...?"

I stiffly nodded, turning my attention to what was infront of us. The longer I saw her in that stupid baklava the more irritated I got. She couldn't have gotten one of my sniper veils?

I wanted to question her again, but she was right, the mission is more important at the moment. I tried to bring my thoughts back to the mission but struggled, my mind racing every time I glanced to her.