Call of duty one shots

The golden hues of autumn leaves danced softly outside the window, creating a picturesque scene that felt almost too perfect to interrupt. Inside the cozy home of König and Y/N, the air was thick with the rich, savory scents of Thanksgiving—a feast meticulously crafted by König himself. This year, it would just be the two of them, their children off at Y/N's mother's house for the holiday, a much-needed break for everyone.

König had always been a man of quiet strength, his heart wrapped in layers of love for his wife. Though he hadn't always enjoyed cooking, in the years they had spent together, he had discovered a passion for it—especially when it came to Y/N. With every dicing of vegetables and stirring of sauces, he was crafting not just a meal, but a memory to cherish.

Y/N returned home from a long day at work. The office had been particularly chaotic lately, her co-workers buzzing with plans and excitement for the holiday. Meanwhile, Y/N felt herself drained, her spirit dimmed by long hours under harsh fluorescent lights and the weight of deadlines. As she opened the door, she was greeted by an unexpected warmth that made her heart flutter.

"König?" she called softly, peering into the living room, expecting to find him relaxing in his favorite chair. Instead, her heart soared at the sight before her. The dining table was adorned with a white tablecloth and shimmering candles flickering gently in the soft light. A pumpkin centerpiece sat proudly in the middle, encircled by sprigs of rosemary.

From the kitchen, the sound of sizzling filled the air, accompanied by the scent of roasted turkey lingering invitingly. "Welcome home, my love," he called out, poking his head around the corner, his tall frame leaning casually against the doorframe. He wore a plaid apron tied around his waist, and for a moment Y/N simply took in the sight of him, her heart swelling with affection.

"What is all this?" she asked, disbelief lacing her voice.

"A surprise," he replied with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "I know you've been working hard, so I wanted to make Thanksgiving special for us."

Tears prickled at the corners of Y/N's eyes, overwhelmed by his thoughtfulness. "König, you didn't have to do all of this."

"I wanted to," he replied earnestly, his voice softening. "Just the two of us. It'll be a different Thanksgiving, but I think it might be our best yet."

As they moved into the kitchen together, Y/N watched in awe as he plated the dishes he had prepared: tender turkey with a golden-brown crust, buttery mashed potatoes, green bean casserole with crispy onions on top, and stuffing perfumed with sage. It was a home-cooked meal straight from the heart, each dish a reflection of his love for her.

"I can help—" she began, but he shook his head.

"Not tonight. Tonight, you are my guest. Just relax," he insisted, leading her to the table and pulling out her chair with a flourish.

The soft clinking of cutlery against porcelain filled the air as they sat together, reveling in the intimate atmosphere. They poured their glasses of sparkling cider and raised a toast—just the two of them, celebrating the life and love they had built over the years.

"Thank you for this, König. It means more than you know," Y/N said sincerely, taking a moment to savor the flavors of each bite, which seemed to embody all the love he poured into the meal.

They shared stories, reminiscing about Thanksgivings past, laughter filling the cozy space. They spoke of their children and the joy they brought into their lives, though an unmistakable comfort wrapped around them in their shared solitude. It was a reminder of the deep bond they had nurtured throughout the years, a partnership that flourished not only during the bustling family gatherings but also in these tender, quiet moments.

As the meal came to an end, König excused himself to bring out dessert—a pumpkin pie baked with care. As he set it down on the table, the familiar feeling of warmth returned, setting the stage for another cherished memory in their story.

"Happy Thanksgiving, Y/N," he said softly, reaching across the table to grasp her hand. "Here's to us, and all the memories we'll continue to make together."

Y/N squeezed his hand, her heart swelling with gratitude. In that moment, under the soft glow of candlelight, surrounded by the remnants of a lovingly prepared meal, she knew they had created more than just a dinner. They had crafted an evening that celebrated their love, their history, and the future they would continue to build together—one Thanksgiving at a time.