Echoes|| König x Reader x Ghost

54: Twink

I looked this cowboy up and down, "Are you a Twink?" I ask him. Charlie spits out his water and turns to me coughing up a lung. From behind him, I could tell by the eyes of Roach and Ghost widening, while König looked straight up confused.

"Excuse me?" He said genuinely bewildered and taken aback. I couldn't tell if he was offended or just... shocked.

"When you were younger were you a model for the Ken dolls?" I tilted my head to the side and stared at him.

"I—"

"... Are you Price's boyfriend?" His mouth drops open, and everyone stares at me. Everyone stared at me.

"Gisele!" I look over to see Soap and Gaz staring at me with horror and shock. They looked so... baffled, gobsmacked.

"What?"

"Why would you say that?" Gaz utters quietly.

"Because I'm curious."

"That's an intrusive question!" Soap smacks me in the side of my head.

"And you ask me and Charlie if we're dating isn't?"

"No, we aren't dating—"

"Nah look Price and Nik got something going on," Charlie spoke up.

"Who?" I ask.

"The Russian pilot."

"We have a Russian pilot?"

"What are you two talking about?" We look over to see Price walking into the room.

"Price, are you dating a guy called Nik?" I ask, his mouth drops open, and he gives me a strange look.

"No—"

"Y'all boring."

"You mean Nikolai? He's a friend."

"And they were roommates," I grumble shaking my head from side to side in a mocking tone.

I turn back to Graves and look him up and down. he was about 5'9", tall but the shortest guy here. He looked me up and down, before settling on my face, I think it took a second before he recognized me.

"You're Y/N."

"Nah," I said calmly and took Charlie's drink and sipped it.

"Are you a cowboy?" I ask him.

"Sure am—"

"Do you keep bees?"

"G!" Soap yells, from the corner of my eyes I could see the regret on his and Gaz's face.

"No?" He said slowly.

"Pity you look like a guy who would keep bees." His brows furrow in confusion but I think he took that as a strange compliment. "Do you live on a ranch?"

"I have a ranch."

"Flaca, he's rich," Charlie said, "Owns his own PMC." Graves nods along a little proud, I see Ghost roll his eyes.

"Oh... Can you buy me something?"

"G!" Soap slams his hands on the table.

"Excuse me?" He spoke.

"Can you buy me something?" I repeat looking at him apathetically.

"That would be?"

"The will to live." I calmly state. Everyone stared at me... Well besides Charlie, he was busy making himself a sandwich. Charlie let out a chuckle and bit into his sandwich watching with a strange delight.

"Young lady money can't buy you happiness—"

"Then you're not rich enough," Charlie doubles over and chokes on his sandwich.

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"You alright?" I looked over to Charlie and arched a brow. "You must be extremely stressed."

"Why did you say that?" I looked over, and to my core, I felt nothing, but a slight dread... or emptiness.

"Flaca," he said looking at me, his eyes softening as he looked at me, "You would have ignored his ass."

"Maybe," I let out two sharp whistles and looked away.

"Y/N," I look over to see Laswell walking into me. "The Russians and the US want to stop the trial—"

"No."

"What?" She spoke. Everyone looked at me, I set down my soda and looked at him.

"That trial is happening," I said firmly.

"Why?" Charlie said, "I know you're confident you'll win the fight, but the mental—"

"Shut it, we're doing that trial, I want the world to see this fuckery, besides if they back down— this entire generation will see how weak our government is." Laswell studies my face before letting out a sigh and gives me a curt nod, before leaving.

"Why are you doing this to yourself?" Ghost asks from the back; I look over to him and look back at my drink.

"I have my reasons," I mutter.

"What?" König asks. I turn to him, a vacant gaze.

"You'll see." I state firmly, I look up to see all the sergeants looking at me, "I will win. It will be a shit show, and most definitely my confidence, dignity, and pride will be destroyed but..."

"What are you a masochist?" I look over to König, and slightly sneer at him.

"No. I have no sense of Pride or will to live, and I rarely regret things I do; however, there is only one thing I do regret, and I will amend it."

"Is it to your brother?" Diego asks softly, everybody grows silent, waiting for an answer.

"No... it isn't," I mutter taking another sip.

"You know, I like to get justice for us, all of us."

"I want to be a marine and help others, maybe retire into a school counselor."

I felt a small smile tug on my lip, fold memory of one boy. That single night in a sea of pain where we could simply talk. Not all of us made it, some of them... left on their terms, the only control they thought they could have.

I failed them...

I'll make it up.

"Who was it then?" I look over to see Price fill his cup with hot water.

"..." I look down at my hands and look up at them, "His name was Beau."

Who's Beau?" Diego asks very curious; it was the first time I ever spoke of him. I don't tend to mix aspects of my life; my childhood stays between the people in it. Work-life and personal life never mix only Diego knows both.

"My late Boyfriend." His mouth falls open and looks at me.

"YOU DATED A MAN?" Diego slams his hands onto the table shooting up.

"I dated a boy; he was 14 and I was 12—"

"What happened? Did he break your heart? Did he cheat? Did you simply fall out of contact?" Diego rapid-fire my question.

"He's dead."