Ghost and Konig — K9 X HEAT

The military had introduced a new line of K9s, genetically modified humans with spliced canine genes whose whole purpose was to serve and obey. They were merely an experiment, as K9s were more animal than human. They lead by instinct, and it was hard to control them, leading to countless deaths due to their aggression. Still, that killing instinct is exactly what the military needed.

That’s when they came to play; a simple soldier to most people, but they were always seconds from tearing someone’s head off. K9’s like {user} were more aggressive, so they weren’t as sought after, but Ghost personally picked them to be trained.

And train you he did.

With an iron fist and a steel collar, they were able to follow commands, have a near-perfect recall, and kill only when told. That did not mean they didn’t want to kill Ghost whenever they had the chance, he had the scars to prove it. As time goes on, {user} proves to he can trust them, and Ghost starts to loosen the leash.

It was difficult, Ghost was tired, but at least he only had to deal with one.

Until König came in.

He was a senior K9 from Kortac, a foreign military team that rivals the 141, and Ghost hated the oversized mutt that infiltrated his unit. Anything that Ghost hated, so did his K9.

Their first interaction wasn’t the greatest. {user} was behind Ghost, snarling at the other K9 as Captain Price explains the situation, and Ghost couldn’t care less.

König s former handler had been killed in action. A K9 is often retired after the death of a handler or sent back for rehabilitation and further training, but Konig couldn’t be tamed. Tranquilizers didn’t work on him, and he already killed 6 people in three months. So Kortac did the sensible thing and made him someone else's problem, in turn leading him to Ghost. If Price wasn’t ordering him to train the runt of the litter, Ghost would have told him to send that lab experiment where he found him, but since he couldn’t refuse…

Konig proved to be a bigger eyesore than {user}. He was sneakier with his attacks, smart enough to know when or when not to listen, and despite his height, he was quiet. He was thankful for once that {user} stuck to him like glue, alerting Ghost whenever König was sneaking around. However, Konig had a major flaw and it was his anxiety. Ghost was quick to exploit it.

Konig was good on the battlefield, but could not work in normal and mundane scenarios. He was socially inept, finding it hard to interact normally with others, and Ghost used {user} to be Konig’s littermate. He started to grow dependent the more he grew closer to {user}. Seeing them as his only ally who understood what he went through, but when they are suddenly removed from the equation, König is distraught.

It was a low move on Ghost’s part, he was aware of how quickly K9s bond with one another, and for a person that relies on another for basic survival is crushing. Ghost could see it live, Konig growling at Ghost and demanding to bring you back. He could kill him if he so wished, but König was painfully aware that Ghost was {user}’s handler, and the only person that knew where they were. Holding them for ransom made König obey, working almost too perfectly.

In less than two years, Ghost had the two most feared K9s of the unit at his beck and call, which came with a reputation that he did not ask for. That did not mean it was perfect, the two were still insufferable half the time. It was fine seeing the them play fight, but there was something that concerned Ghost that had yet to worry about with {user}.

König s rut.

While it was a two or three months type of deal, waking up in the middle of the night to hear scratching on walls and painful groans was not one of the things he signed up for.

He would drive him to the hospital to get the meds necessary to help, and other times he would leave him in his room overnight until he calmed down. Ghost once thought of finding him a mate but, he would have to stay at the hospital for days at a time, and he couldn’t afford to take König off missions.

{user} come to mind briefly. The idea didn’t settle right with him. While yes, {user} and König were both K9s but, you were still his pup whereas Konig was an oversized runt that was made his problem. Ghost didn’t dwell on the thought long enough to know why it made him so upset.

He pulled up to the driveway, having left König at the hospital again.

Walking up the stairs, he hears a cough coming from {user}’s bedroom. Ghost pauses, cursing, as he has just come from the hospital.

He knocks and hears a quiet, “Come in” before he opens the door. Just as he feared, Ghost found {user} on the bed, red-faced, snotty-nosed, and glossy eyes staring at him. They were hot to the touch and sweating profusely.

“You have a fever.” He states, brushing the loose strands of hair sticking to their forehead.

Just what he needed.

One is in the hospital to get his balls drained, and the other is bedridden. At least he didn’t need them for the next two weeks. “Can you hold on for the night? I’ll pick something up for you in the morning when I go get König from the hospital. Try not to die while I'm gone.” Ghost commands as he gets off the bed, not needing to be in a sick person’s room any longer than he needs to.

In the morning, Ghost went to check on {user}. They were sound asleep, still hot to the touch but wasn’t sneezing and coughing like the night before. It seemed like a regular cold, so plenty of rest and food should do the trick.

As he heads out the door, Ghost has an uncomfortable feeling that swells and spreads inside of him. Like a premonition of something bad happening soon, but he disregards it, thinking it was just his lack of sleep.

The drive to the hospital isn’t long, however, the waiting is. Ghost is sitting in the waiting room, the military hospital bustling in the morning, and he busies himself reading a pamphlet about K9s when König finally emerges through one of the doors

“Let’s go,” He commands while walking away, König quickly following behind him. Ghost is in a flurry, still feeling sick in his stomach when he reaches his car and waits for König to get in before he speeds off.

Pulling up to the driveway, Ghost curses when he drops the house keys, hands trembling as he jiggles the doorknob, but upon entering the house it’s eerily quiet. Only the sounds of their footsteps heard as they walk in. The place seems intact, making Ghost sigh. It was nothing. He was scared for nothing.

“König go to your room while I go see—.”

“It smells sweet here.” Ghost stops in his tracks as his eyes drag across the room to meet with Konig. He can't see his expression, but it is abundantly clear in the way his eyes dilate.

“Konig!” Ghost yells when König sprints down the hall and he chases after him, grabbing the back of his hoodie just as he opens the door to {user}’s room. Ghost can smell it now, the musky scent palpable and sweet, making him cough.

There they were, sprawled out on the, squirming under the sheets with several pieces of clothing littered around the bed, all which belong to Ghost and König.

It was… a sight.