Echoes|| König x Reader x Ghost

20: Pub Talk

The pub was noisy. I had a diet Coke that I sipped on passively. It was too much for my senses. I like the taste of most sodas the sweetness and flavor were quite nice. I did not like the carbonation of the water. I'm good with spices, but carbonated drinks were a new level of spicy.

I look over to see Gaz, Roach, and Charlie laughing at Soap's drunken tirade trying to get a girl's number. Ghost didn't join us and neither did Price, busy I assume.

"So, what's your plan on dealing with the colonel?" Gaz asks looking over at me.

"Not sure yet" I turn to him silently sipping on my soda. "I want to establish dominance— make him respect me."

"How are ye planning on doin' that?" Soap slurs flopping into his seat with a stupid grin on his face.

"Simple," I look over to Charlie who also looks interested, "put the fear of God into him," I mumbles. The table grew quiet, and Charlie took another sip of his whisky.

"Will you help me?" I ask them.

"Yes," All three immediately state. Roach aggressively nods.

"What are we doing?" Soap immediately states his giddiness fades into seriousness.

"...Whatever I do... it may or may not be war crime level of malice."

"I'm in," Charlie finishes his drink before slamming the cup down.

"What's your first move?"

"I need.... a bag of..." I purse my lips together and side-eyed Roach. Should I say this?

"Of what? Is it illegal?" Gaz asks worriedly, stress in his voice. He can't condone criminal acts.

"No!... I just need a bag of roasted Cockroaches." The table turned quiet, and they all stared at me. "I also need to enable tarantula."

'Why?' Roach was the first to ask his hands slightly shaking, unsure and scared.

"Are you going to... make him eat it?" Soap asks with a twisted grin hopping for madness.

"No." He sighs and looks at me.

"I also going to need orange juice, lemon, and a Carolina reaper." All four men turn to me a little confused.

"Gisele, is this unhinged war crime madness? are you pulling I'm 17 and I'm about to be everyone's problem?" Charlie asks rubbing his forehead.

"Yes."

"Oh shit, boys," He turns to them, "prepare yourself."

"Is it bad?" Gaz whispers.

"Whatever she has planned, you'll never recover for it."

"...What rank are all of you?" I ask them if I might need their protection.

"We three are sergeants," Soap said motioning to himself, Gaz, and Roach.

"Aye," Charlie stands up arm out ready for a bro handshake. "So am I!"

"Were all sergeants?"

"She's a lance corporal," All of them turn to me.

"You're a baby!" I slowly look at Charlie with rage, great... Fuck! Gaz pats me on the head like I was an actual child.

"She's 20."

"Your 20?" Soap gasps staring at me.

'You're a child!' Roach signs eyes wide and shocked.