Untouchable | fdom x ghost x konig

✰ | six ;

Ghost isn't in bed when I wake. I wouldn't expect him to be, he must've left in the early hours of the day. I get up at dawn and I make my way over to the small bathroom connected to my room.

I get ready, brushing my teeth and washing my face. I was still sore, a small pain brewing at my lower back every time I bend slightly. I dress quickly and head out, my door sliding open slowly. There's a bag of marshmallows left outside.

I kneel down to pick it up, raising my eyebrows. I'll thank Ghost later. I toss it onto my bed and start down the hall, toward the cafeteria. I pick up a quick granola bar and make toward the training room, opening it up as I walked.

There's already someone here?

I bite down on the bar, leaning against the wall as I spied a figure currently benching a bar with more weights stacked on it than I could count. God, all those pounds should not be moving like that. I watched him puff out a hard breath and push the bar up again, before racking it above him. He sits up, panting softly, before his eyes meet my own.

A dark sniper mask. Trails of white interrupted by two eye holes.

Talking about his eyes, they widened as they took me in. Recognizing me, actually. "It's you," I gasp, pointing a finger at him. He seems to shrink immediately, slouching over at the sudden attention.

"H-Hello, eh," He picks up his towel as I walk over to him. Konig starts to get up but sits back down as I get too close for him to avoid me as he leaves. He fiddles with his fingers, not making eye contact.

"Do I make you nervous, Konig?" Is that it? He's making me feel like a big bad guy with the way he's reacting. He makes eye contact with me briefly, but then averts his attention away. He shakes his head weakly. "We might've gotten off on the wrong foot. I'm Canary, it's nice to meet you." I hold out my hand to him.

He takes it, almost with a nonexistent grip and shakes. Literally, trembles. "Am I scaring you? Is that what's happening?" I grab his hand—holy hell, is every part of him big?—and secure it between both of my own.

"N-No, you aren't," I raise an eyebrow. "Are you still hurt?"

Hurt? How would he know that? Does the KorTac share information about the Ghost Team's members? I let go of him. No, it can't be. Who shares that stuff? Exposing a weakness of a task force member? Konig reaches into his pocket and I step back, leveling a glare at him. "I-I have some—" His eyes meet my face. Konig falters, midmovement, almost shrinking again. Cowering. "S-some c-cream for, uh," His voice gets softer and softer. "your nose..."

My nose?

"I'm sorry," His voice cracks and I think there's tears in his eyes. Is he... is he talking about when I bumped into him?

"Oh... oh," I let out a short laugh, waving it off. I completely forgot, oh wow, way to make an impression, Y/N. "Don't look so sad, big guy, I'm fine." I put my hands where I think his cheeks would be, and squeeze. He gazes up at me, eyes shining with such vulnerability. I wonder what sounds he'd make...

"R-Really?"

"Good as new." Except for how sore my thighs feel, but he didn't exactly need to know about that. "What's it like in the KorTac?" I let him go, walking over to a small clear space to start stretching. Konig glances at me, before looking down at his hands.

"I can't tell you anything." His voice is suddenly steely and hard, a slight edge appearing. I pause, mid-stretch. It was as if... Oh, I get it. This is his mission-side. It wasn't very uncommon for soldiers to develop different mindsets in combat and in casual situations, but it seemed as if his code switching was really different. He sounded like a different person.