**Contains smut**
Astaria is the newest team member of Task Force 141. She's a skilled fighter and the best of the best when it comes to gathering intel. When she meets Ghost, Konig, and Keegan, she can't help but fall for all three of them. Each on...
We spend the next two weeks training. When I'm not training, I'm either gathering intel or sleeping. I train against everyone but Konig. Konig doesn't come to training much anymore and I'm not sure why. Keegan and I have become good friends and hang out often now. Ghost has been distant but friendly. Captain Price has even brought a few meals over for me.
"It's Keegan!" Keegan says as he walks into my house.
"In the kitchen," I say and open the oven to check on the lasagna. He walks into the kitchen with a case of soda in each hand. I raise an eyebrow at him. "What's that for?"
"The get-together tonight." He says. I wait for him to explain but he doesn't.
"What get-together?" I ask and carefully take the lasagna out of the oven. I place it on the stove and turn off the oven.
"Oh!" He says with a wicked smile. "I may have told everyone you were having a get-together tonight." I whip my head around and look at him.
"Who's everyone?" I ask.
"Just the team." He says.
"And you didn't think I would have plans tonight?" I ask and cross my arms over my chest. He shrugs.
"I looked at your calendar." He says. I scoff.
"When?" I ask.
"Yesterday." He says. I smack him on the back of his head.
"Dumbass," I say. "I'm not cooking."
"Then we better go get some takeout." He says. "Cause the party starts in an hour."
"I fucking hate you," I say and walk up the stairs.
"Love you too!" He calls after me. I shake my head and smile. I quickly change into a pair of black jeans and a white sweater. I quickly pull my hair up into a half-up half-down hairstyle and put on my white Nikes.
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I make my way downstairs and see that Keegan has put a cover over the lasagna. "Ready?" I ask. He looks and me and looks me up and down.
"Yeah." He says with a slight smile. Weird.
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After getting back, we quickly set up the food. Captain Price and Soap are the first ones to show up. Keegan lets them in as I put the now cooled lasagna in the freezer. It doesn't take long for the team to show up. "I thought you said you only invited the team?" I ask Keegan over the loud music.
"I lied." He says with a smile. I frown and look around my living room. Majority of the people here I don't know and have never seen. I smack Keegan's arm.
"I hate you," I say and look up at him. He leans towards me and his lips brush my ear, sending chills down my spine.
"Love you too." He whispers in my ear and wraps his arm around my waist. "Come on. Let's dance." Before I can say no, he pulls me over to where people are dancing. I've never danced dirty in my life. I look at him and raise an eyebrow. He turns me around so my ass is against his crotch and wraps his arms around my waist. I don't protest and he helps me dance against him. Well, technically I wouldn't consider this dancing. It's more like grinding against each other.
I notice is Konig watching us from the kitchen. I can't see his eyes so I don't know how he feels. But by his body language, he looks uncomfortable and upset. I smile and wave at him. He turns his back to me. I frown and look around the room. Everyone looks like they are having fun. I smile.
After the song ends, Keegan lets go of me and says something about grabbing a drink. I sit down in the loveseat and watch everyone having fun. I see a few people taking shots and notice there's a fight happening outside. I look closer and see that the two fighting are Ghost and Soap. Gaz, Captain Price, and other bystanders cheer them on and place bets. I shake my head, hoping they don't break anything. When I look around, I notice Konig walking upstairs. I frown and get up, following him.
I watch him enter my bedroom and I follow him. I don't think he realizes I'm following him. When I enter my room, he's just looking around. Creep. I tap him on the arm and in one swift motion, he turns and throws me over his shoulder and onto my bed. I gasp from the impact. "Fuck." I groan and sit up, looking at him. He looks shocked. "What the fuck Konig?"
"Du solltest dich nicht so an mich heranschleichen." He groans. I raise an eyebrow at him, not understanding what he said. (Translation: You shouldn't sneak up on me like that.)
"I know that's German but I have no clue what you said," I say and stand up. I stretch a bit to try to brush off some of the pain. "That hurt."
"Don't sneak up on me." He says calmly and softly. I look up at him. I've never actually heard his voice in a calm manner. His voice is.....well.....sexy. I swallow hard and push the impure thoughts out of my mind.
"And you shouldn't be up here," I say. "Let alone in my room." I sigh. "Why are you even up here?" He shrugs.
"I don't like crowds." He says and sits on the edge of my bed. Well, guess he doesn't care about common courtesy.
"Neither do I," I say. Even sitting down, he's still taller than me. Which is kinda hot. "But that doesn't mean I'm going to sneak into someone's room."
"Du bist wunderschon, Liebling." He mutters. I raise an eyebrow. (Translation: You are beautiful, darling.)
"Still don't speak German," I say. I think I see him smile but I'm not sure cause his mask covers his mouth. He shakes his head.
"I know." He says. "I said I'm sorry for invading your privacy." I highly doubt that's what he said but I also don't know German so I decide to trust him.
"Thank you," I say and pause for a few minutes. "You should teach me German." He looks at me.
"Why?" He says. I don't know where his rude demeanor went but I'm not complaining.
"So I can understand what you're saying," I say and smile. He nods. "How do you say idiot in German?"
"Gut aussehend." He says. (Translation: Good looking.)
"You are gut aussuhend." I say with a smile.
"Danke, kleine Taube." He says. He's definitely smiling this time. (Translation: Thank you, little dove.)
"Okay, I'm not that stupid," I say. "I know Danke means thank you. So what does gut aussehend actually mean?"
"Idiot." He says. "Like I said, it means idiot."
"So you're thanking me for calling you an idiot?" I ask, skeptical. He nods. "Weirdo." I sigh again. "I'm going back to the party and I would appreciate it if you left my room and didn't come back in here." I don't give him a chance to respond and leave.
