Touch in the Dark- König x fem! Reader

RW 22- Familar Faces

A/n: I'm at back bitches! Or at least hope so lol. I've been struggling with personal issues and college has kept me way too busy. Buttttt here is a chapter to hopefully ease some of the waiting. I do apologize but I must put my mental health first at times. Enjoy!!

Counting my hours was one of the only things I could really do for the next couple of days. The ticking of the clock was a painful reminder that my life was on a timer. I had slept one of the first days away, the stress put on my body was almost too much, but I'd live. For now.

Only three hours left until 3 days had passed. Makarov would come into my cell and occasionally mock me, before throwing some sort of sad excuse of a snack my way.

The clanging of metal told me Makarov was on his way again, maybe this time getting ready to execute me. I couple heard his footsteps echo against the empty walls, and he slowly appeared in front me of. I glanced up at him, seeing him dressed in his Sunday's best.

"Two hours left. You even think he'll make it?" He taunted. I looked away back at the ground. The cold concrete slightly dug at my skin. My arms awkwardly laid beside me, uncomfortably on the ground. My tail bone began digging into my spine as the concrete wall did nothing to help. I honestly didn't know what to think. Was Price even coming? Was I even worth that struggle.

A yelling of Russian interrupted my thoughts. Some soldier of Makarov's quickly spoke to him, seeming in a panic. He responded, shooing him away.

"Well, I guess he did come. Price is a man of his work," He chuckled, opening the cell and dragging me off the floor. My injuries prevented me from really walking; however, Makarov dragged me along like I was nothing. We went to a flight of stairs before finally reaching outside. There, I could faintly make out four figures. One drastically tall and lanky figure, a medium height, heavyweigh shape, and a short medium build. König, Price, Ghost, and Soap. A wave of relief washed over me. Maybe I had a chance.

"Brought a whole team, hm?" Makarov mocked, jerking me up by my arm as I had begun slipping down to the floor. I met eyes with Price as we got closer. His frown deepened as he noticed the dried blood covering my left shoulder and thigh. My clothes were mostly tattered, letting the cold air blow onto my exposed skin. Oliver appeared, and I couldn't even hear the conversation between Price and the man holding me. I was loosing consciousness again.

"You have Oliver, now keep up your end of the deal," Price growled, bringing me out of my drowsy trance.

"Oh you know I'm not very good at that," Makarov laughed, yanking me up, pulling Oliver next to him on his other side. I felt a pit form in my stomach. He turned toward me, his blue eyes piercing mine.

"Goodbye," He sarcastically spoke, finally throwing me off of him, sending me tumbling down a cliff. I could immediately hear a mix of yelling and gun fire. As I slide down the hill, I desperately searched for anything to stop my rolling, the snow did nothing but help me, before the ground disappeared underneath me and I began free falling.

First, I hit a branch, then my injured thigh. Then I slammed into a pile of snow before rolling again. Another drop filling my path, leaving me screaming. I finally hit one last pile of snow, landing on my back. I yelped in pain, gasping for air as the previous breath was knocked out of my lungs.

The gun fire was now faintly in my ears as I started fading in and out of consciousness again. I refused to let my eyes close, and pulled myself up, weakly shuffling toward a tree. My leg dragged behind me like dead weigh, my arm limply hanging as my other attempted to cradle it. And of course, it had to begin snowing. I sighed, pulling what clothes I had covering my skin closer to my body. I shivered violently, letting my back slide down the tree trunk until my butt hit the snowy floor.

I glanced up, watching as snow flakes began to fall. How fall did I really fall? Everything was such a blur. And I'm so cold. My mind immediately jumped to Price and the team.

"Maybe they'll find me," I mumbled aloud, feeling my eyes finally give in...

"She's down here!" A voice startled me awake.  I could no longer feel much of my extremities. My eyes opened, making eye contact with a skull mask.

"Oh fuckin' hell, you're alive," Ghost breathed, pulling me out of the snow, holding me close to his chest. "She's fuckin' frozen, Price." Ghost's warmth felt like a stinging sensation, and I pushed myself out of his arms.

"We can't startle her system. We'll have to ease her back to a normal temp'." I could faintly hear his voice. I curled into the snow around me for a short moment until I was picked up again, this time by Price. He wrapped a jacket around my body, directing someone to take off my boots and throw on another pair of socks for me. I aggressively shook in his arms, my body desperately trying to make more heat. I lifted my head up, looking up at Price. He made eye contact and bit his lip.

"Makarov is gonna pay," He muttered, and they began a walk back toward wherever they came from. My teeth chattered too hard for me to form any sentences, so I slouched into Price's chest, closing my eyes and listening to the two men's conversation.

"König will be ecstatic," Ghost mentioned, following behind Price. Price hummed in agreement.

"That boy has got some making up to do. So do you," Price seemed irritated but softened as I shifted in his arms. I would violently shake, pause for a moment, and then continue. The jacket was helping insulated; however, my body was close to going into shock. The two continued to talk, finally reaching a car. We took a short ride, Ghost complaining about the a/c on, but Price explained it was so I wouldn't completely go into shock. The a/c still felt like an blazing fire.

We finally reached wherever they were going, Price staying in the car with me. He gently put the jacket around my shoulders, having me properly wear it. He threw a blanket over me, slowly adjust the heat as I finally began feeling my hands again.

"Do you wanna see König? He's been up for days since you've left." Price questioned, brushing some bloody hair out of my face. I really wanted a shower, but it's be a few hours before I got that. I nodded, shifting myself up.

"Inside, please," I chattered. Price nodded, picking me up and carrying me inside.

"Oh Gott sei Dank, (Oh,thank God.)" A German voice filled my ears as I felt another pair of arms wrap around me, until my head pressed against his chest. He grabbed me, walked over to the couch, pressing my head against his chest, mutter German. I sighed, making best of the situation. I was still angry...

But God, it felt good to be back in his arms.