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Rodolfo x Alej's Sister

You've known him since you were a kid; he was always there at every family gathering and every birthday. He spent every weekend with Alej. At first, you hated him. He always pulled on your pigtails, made fun of you, and stole your toys.

When you turned 16, your hatred toward Rudy suddenly changed. He changed; he became nice to you, helping you with biology and physics exams, listening to your problems, and protecting you when Alej couldn't.

The night of your senior prom changed your view completely. You were going with Antonio to prom; you had been dating him for one year. You never knew your relationship would change on this day.

The first hours were perfect; he picked you up in his car, danced with you the whole night, and then rented out a hotel room for you both. You promised him this would be your first night together, and you did. The only problem? He left you straight after what you just did.

You didn't know what to do. You were left alone in a hotel room with no way to go home by night. You could always call Alej; you knew he would help you. Of course, you were fighting like siblings always did, but he loved you, right? But he would kill Antonio, and you didn't want to tell your big brother that you lost your virginity. If he tells Dad, it's over for you anyway.

So you did the only thing your mind could come up with: you called Rudy, while still crying over Antonio.

"What's wrong, Mi Amor?"

"How did you know something's wrong, Rudy?" You sobbed into the phone.

"You're calling me at 2 a.m., and you're sobbing. What's wrong?" Rudy said, his voice full of empathy.

"Antonio, he—"

"What did that pendejo do?" You never heard Rudy that furious. You were used to Alej or even your dad; they were hot-headed, but Rudy was always calm, which made him a bit scary. But this time, he was mad before you even told him what Antonio did.

"I... he... can you pick me up? I'm at the inn."

"I'm there in 5, Mi Amor."

He came to pick you up. He was always a great driver, and you felt safe. He always put on the car heater for you and didn't force you to talk.

"Do you want a stop at Chili's?"

You just nodded, and you went through the drive-thru, eating in his car, even if he rarely allowed food in it. But for you, he made an exception; he always did.

"He slept with me."

"Did you want it? Did he hurt you?"

"I wanted it, and no, he didn't physically hurt me."

"Physically?"

"He broke up with me after."

"I'm going to kill that pendejo."

"No, Rudy, it's okay. I'm stupid."

"Look at me. You're not stupid; you're an intelligent, beautiful, and hardworking woman."

"Thank you, Rudy. I just feel bad about myself."

"You know you're the most beautiful girl in the world, Mi Amor."

"Hm."

"Alejandro and I are going to enlist after our graduation."

"I know."

"I'm sorry, but I promise I'll bring your brother back safe."

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20 years later, you still remember that day—the day you fell in love with Rudy, your brother's best friend. Of course, you had flings and even relationships, but nothing compared to the feelings you savored for your Rudy.

He never married, though he got married to his work exactly like your brother, but at least you knew that they kept each other safe until

Rudy stormed into your house with one of the two spare keys you had. He was panting and shaking, and when you saw his face, fear crawled over you. Did something happen to Alej?

"Rudy, what's wrong?" but he was like in a trance, barely noticing you.

Rudy took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing heart before answering. "I thought about how much I didn't want to leave this world without ever telling you how much you mean to me." His eyes locked onto yours, and he could see the confusion and desire mixed in your gaze.

"Uhm, Rudy, why is something wrong?"

"I almost died today; I got into a fire. Alejandro saved me at the last minute." You almost forgot about his nice words; he almost died. You looked at him, scanning him for any visible injuries, and then you couldn't hold back anymore. If someone thought Alejandro had the temperament, they didn't know his little sister.

"No, Rudy, are you insane? You almost died idiot. You need to take care of yourself. I swear to you, if you die on me, I will pull you back from heaven to fucking kill you again." He loved that fire that occupied you, but right now he wasn't able to fight with you and enjoy your burning eyes, which he found so sexy.

He took a step closer, his heart pounding in his chest. "Mi Amor, please listen to me. I've loved you since the moment I saw you." Did he just confess to you? You couldn't believe it.

"I doubt that we were kids and you always pulled my hair."

Rodolfo chuckled softly, shaking his head. "No, I remember being a kid and thinking you were the most beautiful girl in the world. And even as we grew up, that feeling only got stronger."

"Why did you never tell me? I thought you saw me only as the stupid sister from Alejandro."

"I was scared, Mi Amor. I knew our families wouldn't approve, and I didn't want to risk losing you or my friendship with Alejandro." He reached out, gently brushing a strand of hair from your face.

"Rudy I have loved you since the day you punched my prom date." You confessed remembering the night and the following day when the pacifist Rudy came with all his knuckles injured. You behaved like a medic till you saw Antonio with his broken nose, a blue eye, and an overall punched-out expression. He did this for you; he protected you, not Alej. You still scolded him for being foolish; he could have gotten hurt too.

His eyes widened in surprise, and he stared at you for a moment. "Oh, you did, huh? Well, I have loved you since the day I pulled your hair and called you an Ilorona" Idiot, but you loved his laughs and jokes. He was a calm man, and most people thought he was shy, but Rudy never was shy—never to you at least.

"Why now? What changed?"

He took your soft hands in his. "No, Mi Amor. It's because of how much I felt when I thought I was going to die. And it hit me then—all the years I've spent hiding my feelings for you—they were pointless."

"Your feelings were never pointless."

"I know that now, but I didn't before. I was so focused on what others thought and what our families would say that I forgot to listen to my own heart." He sighed, looking down at your hands before meeting your gaze again. "But I promise you, Mi Amor, "you couldn't hear it anymore; you needed to show him how much passion you felt for him.

"cállate Rudy and just kiss me already."

Rodolfo chuckled softly before leaning forward, his lips brushing against yours gently. "Always telling me what to do, aren't you?" he whispered against your lips before deepening the kiss slowly.

He felt the heat of your kiss, igniting a fire within him. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you closer as you explored each other's lips and tongues.

His heart raced with anticipation and excitement, finally acting on the feelings he had harbored for so long.

"It feels better than I imagined."

"I'm glad, Mi Amor," he whispered against your lips, nuzzling his face into your neck. "You feel so good. So right." He deepened the kiss again, lost in the sensation of finally being with you like this.

"What About Alejandro?"

"I'll deal with him later," Rodolfo replied, his voice husky from your passionate kiss. "Right now, all that matters is you and me." He continued to kiss your neck, trailing soft kisses down your collarbone before returning to your lips once more.

Rodolfo smiled against your lips, his hands sliding down to cup your ass, pulling you even closer. "And you're so stunning," he groaned, nibbling gently on your lower lip. "I've dreamed of this for so long."

"Oh, so that's what you thought about on your lonely barracks nights." You hated yourself for joking right now, but it felt so good and easy with him.

Rodolfo chuckled, trailing more kisses along your jawline. "And many other things, mi amor," he murmured, his hands slipping under your shirt to trace patterns over your soft skin. "But you were always in my mind."

"Rudy, you don't need to take things slow. I waited 20 years for this." You whined; you felt your body reacting to his; you were already dripping in anticipation.

Feeling your need for him, Rodolfo pressed you against the wall, his hands moving up to hold your face as he deepened the kiss. "I want to make this last," he breathed, his lips still locked with yours. "I don't want it to be over too soon.

"We have 40 years of this; please, Rudy, I need you."

Rodolfo's eyes darkened with desire as he looked into your pleading gaze. He couldn't resist any longer. With a growl, he picked you up, as if you weighed nothing. God, you knew he was strong, but wow. and carried you to the bedroom.

Rudy kicked the door shut behind you and laid you down on the bed, his lips never leaving yours. He was afraid that if he pulled away, he would wake up like in many of his dreams, but this was real. He finally had you and never wanted to let you go.

His hands roamed over your body, pulling off your shirt and lacy bra before moving to undo his pants. "I want you so badly, Mi Amor. I have been dreaming about this for years, and God, you are even more beautiful than in my imagination."

"I need you so bad, Rudy."

He growled into your kiss, and with one swift motion, he pulled off his shirt and pants, revealing himself to you fully. Of course, you knew how good he looked without his shirt, especially when Alej and he came over in the summer to watch football. But now that you saw him in full glory, you were amazed, his erect cock stood at attention. And you grabbed it, wanting to pull it finally inside of you, where it had belonged all these years. Where you rubbed yourself, moaning his name in desperation.

Rodolfo chuckled, pushing your skirt up and kissing your thighs tenderly. "Impatient little thing, aren't you?" He whispered teasingly before licking a line up your smooth stomach to your perky breasts.

His tongue circled your nipple, causing you to moan loudly. Rodolfo's cock throbbed with anticipation, aching to be inside of you. "You taste so good,"

He reached down and helped you remove your skirt, revealing your black lace panties underneath. His mouth watered at the sight. "Fuck, you're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," he groaned, unable to resist any longer.

You giggled at his praise.

"Shh, mi amor," Rodolfo murmured, his hands moving up to cup your breasts. He squeezed them gently, eliciting a soft moan from your pouty lips as he began to trail kisses down your abdomen once more.

"I love you, Rudy."

"I love you too," Rodolfo whispered against your stomach before standing up. "Let me undress you completely." His eyes never leaving yours, he reached out to slowly pull down your panties, his breath catching in his throat at the sight of you completely bare.

Rudy couldn't resist any longer; he crawled between your legs and kissed you softly at the entrance of your womanhood. "So beautiful," he whispered against your skin before licking you slowly, his tongue tracing circles around your hard and pulsing clit. Rodolfo moaned against you, his hands gripping your hips tightly as he continued to pleasure you with his tongue.

He could taste your arousal, and it only made him want more. "So wet for me, Mi Amor, you taste like heaven," Rodolfo grinned against your skin, his mouth watering at the taste.

He slowly pushed one finger inside of you, gently stretching you for him as he continued to lick and suck on your clit. "I love you so much,"

"I love you too."

Rodolfo's finger moved in and out of your needing hole slowly, matching the rhythm of his tongue on your clit.

He could hear you moaning his name, and it only fueled his desire to make you cum. "Cum for me, mi amor,"

Rudy groaned as you came, his tongue working hard as he tasted your sweet nectar. He continued to lap, making sure he got every last drop before slowly pulling away. "You are so breathtaking," he whispered against your skin, his fingers still inside you.

Small tears escaped your eyes; it was almost embarrassing how much you felt for this man. "No one treated me so good before."

His heart swelled at your beautiful words, and he kissed you softly on the stomach moving up to slowly kiss the tears away, "It's because you're my everything, Mi Amor, I could worship you forever. I'm sorry for not doing it earlier."

He pulled out his fingers, leaving you feeling empty. "Turn around." Rodolfo moved behind you, his hard cock pressing against your bouncy ass. He took a moment to admire your body again like he wanted to memorize every scar, every curve, and every birthmark of yours.

He reached around to stroke himself slowly. "You're so beautiful," he whispered again, kissing your shoulder blade. "I want to feel you."

"Rudy, please make love to me." You didn't say fucking or sex; these words didn't describe what this was; this was lovemaking, and you enjoyed every second of it.

Rodolfo shivered at your words, his cock twitching in excitement. Holding you against him tightly, he positioned himself at your entrance. With one powerful thrust, he penetrated you completely while kissing your neck lovingly. "I'm all yours, mi amor."

Rudy began to move inside you, his hips rolling against yours as he filled you. He felt like he was made for you; he wasn't too big or too short; he was perfect, filling you without hurting you.

The sound of your skins slapping against each other echoed in the room, along with your moans and gasps for air. "You feel so perfect. Rodolfo's thrusts became harder and faster, his cock hitting every spot inside of you that you desperately needed.

He reached around to grab one of your breasts, squeezing it as he continued to pound into you relentlessly. "I love you so much,"

"I love you too, Rudy." You never were the person for words of love during sex, but this was something else you wanted to capture his love and hide it inside of you forever, never letting go of him.

As he approached his climax, Rodolfo slowed his thrusts, allowing him to savor every moment. His hands tightened on your hips, and his breath was hot against your neck. He gently rubbed your clit." Come with me, mi amor," he groaned, pushing deeper inside.

Rodolfo's thrusts grew harder again, his cock hitting deeper as he lost control. His entire world centered around you; the feeling of your skin slapping together was the only thing that mattered. "Mi Amor," he whimpered your name like it was the only thing that mattered and released his hot seed inside of you, painting your walls white.

You whined, loving his cum inside of you; it was right there, and this alone made you clench around him and reach your climax. Desperately sticking your nails into his strong and broad shoulders.

Rodolfo grinned against your lips, his cock still hard inside of you. "I'll make sure to fill you up all the time time, Mi Amor," he whispered before kissing you deeply once more. He stayed inside of you for a few more moments, enjoying the feeling of being connected to you.

"Don't pull out, please."

"Still not enough, Mi Amor?"

"Of you never," he slowly began to thrust inside of you, trying not to go too fast because of your overstimulated cunt that still clenched him like a glove. His lips never left your body, placing little love marks all over your collarbone. You knew you were his- and he was yours.

The door opened. "Rodolfo, what are you doing with my sister?" Alejandro screamed.

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st-el-la-luna · 5 months

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Thinking about being a civilian in Las Almas when shit goes down

You'd been invited to stay with a friend and, being in desperate need of a vacation, you'd agreed. It was fun, staying with them, meeting their family, learning about their hometown and childhood.

The fun ended pretty quick when these cunts dressed in black started killing everyone.

You and your friend had been out enjoying the night, eating, drinking, dancing. You were on your way back to their house when you heard it.

A gunshot.

Your friend tells you this isn't entirely abnormal. Tells you to ignore it and keep walking.

So you do.

But the gunshots are becoming more frequent. Louder too. They're getting closer.

A woman you vaguely recognize, one of your friends neighbours, rushes out of an alleyway, terrified and bloodied.

You can only understand so much about what's said before her head suddenly... Not there. Bits of skull and brain and blood spattered all over you as you watch her body drop.

You turn to your friend. "This is normal? Dude...."

You're friend tells you to shut the fuck up and that you need to run. As the sound of heavy footsteps and voices (American accents you register) get closer, accompanied by the sound of a gun being reloaded, you agree.

The two of you make a run for your friends house, passing all sorts of horrible sights. You're a block away when a gunshot rips through the night and your friend suddenly just... Stops.

You look back in disbelief. Their eyes wide with shock, lips parted, slack jawed... The new hole in the middle of their forehead. They try to say something to you, but all that escapes them is a choked groan. They throw you their keys, then collapse.

They're not dead yet. You can tell by their sounds and the rise and fall of their chest. A part of you wants to help them, grab them and drag them off to safety.

The other part of you recognizes the man dressed in all black (he looks suspiciously military but that doesn't make sense, killing civilians is a war crime... isn't it?), who's walking closer as he reloads his gun.

So you run.

Run and run until your legs are burning. Taking back roads and side streets, jumping fences, the adrenaline making it easy to ignore the way the barbed wire tears at your skin.

When you make it to your friends street, you find the door to their house is already open. Kicked down.

You find the dead inside.

A part of you wants to stop here, curl up and break down. The other knows that these people, these men in black, could come back at any moment. And so you do what you can to prepare yourself.

You empty your backpack of your belongings, filling it instead with anything you find around the house that might be useful.

A first aid kit buckled to the side. Rubbing alcohol and tequilla and whatever else flammable you can find poured into glass bottles, the lips stuffed with socks. Kitchen knives. Fire crackers and fire works. A couple flares. You manage to break open the safe and get a gun. An eight round revolver that you have no clue how to shoot but figure, hey, its better than nothing. At the very least, you could use it for intimidation.

You're heading to the garage where you're pretty sure you remember seeing a bow and full quiver of arrows (you were obsessed with the hunger games when you were younger, actually got pretty good with the weapon) when you freeze.

The man in black also freezes.

He's bloody and out of breath. Face smeared with dirt and oil. His mohawk disheveled. His blue eyes land on you laser focused. He's got a gun. A big one.

And he's looting the corpses. Your friends roommates, their bodies still warm as blood pools beneath them, some of their eyes still open, casting judgmental stares, lay there limp. And this fucker is acting like this is a D&D campaign.

You've got the revolver trained on him with shaking hands.

He points his gun (some sort of automatic things) at you. His hands are steady, practiced. His eyes sharp.

He opens his mouth to speak and takes a half step towards you.

You pull the trigger.

Nothing happens.

"Aye," the man speaks in a thick Scottish brogue. He sounds like he's laughing. How dare he laugh? If you could figure out how the stupid gun works you'd shoot him. "You've got to cock a gun like that 'fore you shoot it."

You freeze, your arm drawn back ready to throw the revolver at the man. His accent gives you pause. The other men in black, they were Americans. And this guy... His clothes are a bit different too. Though he's clearly also army.

You lower your arm hesitantly. "You're... You're not one of them."

"The Shadows?" he asks. "Tch, no. You'd best thank your lucky stars for that, they'd have killed you in a second flat."

"What the hell is going on here?" You demand, slipping the gun back into the makeshift holster you had made out of a couple belts. You step around the man to the garage and he follows.

"You're not from here, are ya love?" he asks as he watches you scan the shelves.

"I'm here on vacation," you say bitterly as you stand on your toes, struggling to reach the quiver of arrows. He pulls it down and hands it to you. The arrows are dusty and old, though still sharp. He hands the bow to you as well, albeit unstrung, and you let out a quiet hum in thanks. He watches as you string the bow, a brow raised. He looks like he's going to say something, but you cut him off. "You didn't answer my question... What's happening? Who are those people?"

He hesitates a moment, you notice his ear piece. Someone else is speaking to him. "Aye, i know, I know, but I cannae very well leave her here now can I?"

At the mention of being left, you panic. There's a pair of handcuffs on his belt. You grab them and before he has a chance to react, you've cuffed your hands together.

And swallowed the key.

Yeah... Not your brightest moment.

The man looks at you dumbfounded. Then speaks to the man in his ear. "Uh... Lt? Got a bit of a problem..."

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rottweiler1 · 3 months

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❝𝐖𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧' 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭, 𝐚 𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐮𝐫 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝.❞

pairing: 141 x male!reader and maybe some los vaqueros + others

summary: the 141 needed a helping hand to protect the world, only 4 wasn't enough. they decided for a interesting 5th member. and seemingly, the 141's other allies were also intrigued.

word count: 962 (i told u so!!)

cw: violence, normal cod gore, angst, poorly translated scottish from google,

update: enemy dynamics (ghost and dino), some flustered soap + gaz + ghost

A/N: more information is that i might just pose 1 time a day or 2 times a day or none at all, really. i have a lot of drafts saved for this series but its only up to part 1 part 2 and part 3, enjoy though! -rottweiler

2/?

part 1 - part 2 - part 3

The boys stared up at the man with adornment, amazement, and.. annoyed. Simon was the one annoyed at this point, who was this man taking away his title of the Cold, Dark stoned man who could crack your skull in a bliss? Well a man who encountered Dino before and beated him in almost a bunch of combat when still in selection with Dino. Gaz and soap looked at each other and ran to the tall man, shouting out questions and.. some curious touching. 2 men were childish enough to do this. Price stared and sighed heavily, watching them do so.

"HOW THA' FUCK YOU GETTING THEM SO VEINY, BONNIE? Please tell me your protein shake recipe." Soap said as he was touching your arms, you were veiny and bulky.. it only made him more motivated but who knows he's gonna slouch down on the couch later on eating the cafeteria sandwich. Gaz then stared over at your dinosaur spikes from behind, admiringly touching them. "How'd you get the higher ups customize sharp looking spikes, Dino?"

The spikes were a pretty yellow, it shined down from the light. Dino stood there like some kinda statue, some kinda toy for 2 men to play with. He'd glanced over at Simon, feeling cold ice eyes staring at him. LT. Simon 'ghost' Riley. The man he fought before in selection. Price then yelled. "STOP TOUCHIN' HIM LIKE THAT SOAP." Soap then rolled his eyes at price. Soap then took out his hand for dino to shake before spatting out: "Let's fight off them fucke's ye Dino?" Soap said with a grin. Dino looks down at the Scott, shaking his hand with his big veiny hands.

Gaz then stared before saying. "Gaz, pleasure to meet you Dino." Gaz reached out his hand as well. Dino pulled away from Soap and into the palm of Kyle. Dino then spat out in a voice they never thought he had. (If you don't have one, ignore.) He had an accent and his gruff voice, it was deep.. just like Simons. Dino then spat out. "You too, new teammates." Soap and Gaz were jaw dropped.

Gaz and Soap got a bit flustered.. I mean the tone of the voice was hella attractive, no? Ghost stared deeply at Dino. If not, under his balaclava, slight tone of his cheeks were rosy pink. Price then stepped up before saying. "Alright everyone, sit your asses down on the chair." Ghost grunted when he sat down, Soap was a bit energetic when sitting down. Gaz just sat down normally. But for Dino..

The chair came on to a big creak heard in the room. The noise came from Dinos chair with some slight scratching due to his spikes on the back, scratching the wood of the back chair. Price then cleared his throat loudly.. He can admit, Dino must be pretty heavy. "As you all know we go' those terrorists on our asses. Now we failed to capture and turn in Tha' fucker." Price said, holding a map before spreading it out on the table. Glaring up at his teammates.

"Laswell found some Intel that they moved up to Toronto America." He said before pinning down a knife on the map on the table. "And this is the warehouse where they stash their guns, and maybe planning to shoot up america if they want to." Price said gruffily, staring at his teammates before Ghost spoke up. "So what do you think they're planning." Soap then said. "Probably wanting to snap off our necks after we turned off Tha' time bomb." Gaz spoke up. "I got some phone that was ringing over one of the soldiers they were talking about wanting to set chemicals into the sea and maybe shot up Toronto after one of Saudi arabia's city was raided."

All of them looked at each other then glanced at Dino. Ghost frowned, he was probably thinking that dino would say some wolfhunt (that one term for dogpiss) idea. Dino then said. "Your all fucking missing the key." Dino took out the knife that was stabbed through the map and wood. Stabbing towards Mexico. "Laswell gave me information on the mission through the phone the key is to get towards Mexico first. If America was wanting them in, they would get suspicious. Big crates and crates unknown to the USA would get them ratted out when investigated."

Price, Gaz and Soap were amazed at Dinos explanation, Ghost grunted and crossed his arms. Sending daggers towards Dino. He didn't trust dino, and dino thought it was funny for The Simon Riley to get jealous over him. Dino smirked at Ghost underneath his sharp teeth designed mask. "It would make sense to get to Mexico first before going over to the US. As far as we know USA has extra security over the docks."

"Meaning they are slowly filling out the stash in America without anyone knowing. Possibly underground, no signal since the police can track internet." Dino briefly said. "What? It's a fucking guess." Dino grinned at Ghost.. better then fuckin' Everything. Gaz and Soap showered him with compliments, Ghost himself growled.. fucking asshole. Enemies from first glance, already enemies through selection.

Price stood their with a smile, patting on Dinos shoulder. "you are great, soldier." Dino glanced towards John with a slight nod, side eyeing Simon. Simon kept glaring like it meant he was intimidating but You just shrugged with daggers back at Simon underneath the eyes of yours. Soap whispered to price. "Cap', you see that? Seems like Ghost and Dino go' a bit of riva'ry." Gaz then crossed his arms.. wondering if Dino was paying attention. Gaz looked to where Dino was staring.. and boy was he surprised. A rivalry through first meet, they thought.

Price nodded with Soap, agreeing. But they need Simon to cooperate if he wanted to save the world. Simon then spoke out. "Very Einstein, aren't you." He spoke with a growl. Dino then shrugged again, turning around to leave with a grin underneath the mask, he himself had sharp teeth. Born with it. Simon looked away with annoyance.

Soap and Price were talking down the hall, Gaz was instructed to show Dino his room and Ghost was busy eating lunch, swinging by the cafeteria. At least he got some tea when swinging by. Gaz spoke. "Here's your room, it isn't much but it is a room. You could decorate in here."

Dino dropped his bags like a piece of paper, it was heavy as fuck but lightweight towards the large man. Dino then nodded. "Thank you, Gaz." Dino glanced at Gaz before pulling down his mask, grinning at Gaz with sharp teeth. Gaz felt knocked out.. your teeth were sharp.. and even so clean? Gaz awkwardly smiled back and leaving, he couldn't help but get flustered by the man's charm.

Dino was enthralled with this show, stealing the 141s attention from Simon like taking candy from a baby. Dino does not like his enemies. When they roar at him, he roars back but this is the teasing type of roar towards Simon. Enemies.. could turn into more, who knows?

Dino hung up some posters on his wall, only like.. 2. Dino then took his towel and walked down the hall to get over to the shower room. By the time he got there the 141 was showering. It was normal anyways. Dino then slowly took off his shirt. Soap peeked a glance at Dino and holy fuck was he in heaven. The man had a slutty waist like Simons, and abs that were worked out and trained through with scars. Battle scars.

Simon gave a side eye towards Dino before glancing at his body, peeking through since he didn't have a balaclava. Soap and Simon went back to washing to respect each others privacy, but fully well enough of how sharp eyed the Dinosaur is, He knew they peeked at him. Dino got into the shower cubicle, showering himself before Price then said in his usual gruff tone.

"Right, stand by for deployment. We're gonna meet some old pals of ours by Mexico in Las Almas, Dino." Soap then perked up before grinning.. Gaz then smiled as he brushed back his hair to continue showering, Ghost had a balaclava on and a towel around his waist, knowing full well who those old pals were. Dino glanced at price with a eyebrow raise.. Who was the cap talking about?

Dino was going to meet the Los Vaqueros.

#cod fanfic #cod x reader #cod mw2 #las almas #mexico #los vaqueros #simon ghost riley #john soap mactavish #gaz kyle garrick #john price #call of duty x reader #alejandro vargas #rudy parra #male reader #dinosaur #dino

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yumethefrostypanda · 1 year

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Valeria Garza

#valeria garza #el sin nombre #las almas #call of duty #modern warfare ii #cod mw2 #i wouldn't even run #just lay down #and wait #been too long #since i last posted her #ok now im off #goodnight

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angelkakewritings · 4 months

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Suck It and See. (Rodolfo Parra x Reader)

Written by: ANGELKAKEWRITINGS

18+ MDNI

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the canon characters of the COD franchise including Rodolfo Parra.

Pronouns Used: She/Her/Hers

CW: NSFW, Oral Sex (M receiving) , Porn with a plot, Implications of power imbalance between Rodolfo and reader, cumming without warning (poor rudy lol), Rodolfo being a big simp for reader, lust, car sex, semi-public sex, kissing, mutual crush, kissing after a blowjob, Rodolfo speaking spanish.

Author’s Note: Hello again :3 I hope you guys have been doing well! I’ve been back again on a COD streak as MW2 is a comfort game of mine filled with my favorite comfort characters including Rudy <3, I hope we get to see him again and the rest of the vaqueros soon. With that being said, please enjoy this little piece I wrote, it includes a line from Quentin Tarantino’s last movie that inspired this fic. Also, I heard the last line somewhere in a song but I can’t remember if it’s an AM song or Fontaines DC but all credit where credit is due <3!

The sunlight that cascaded down like honey made the city of Las Almas appear like the vibrant swatches from a fauvism palette. The splendid horizon of his hometown that was adorned in grand murals of La Virgen De Guadalupe and decorated with banners of summer colored papel picado were not as kind on the eyes as the little woman that sat beside him in the passenger’s side.

She was his comrade, his fellow soldier and a friend.

But after witnessing the pretty image of her beestung lips wrapped around the rim of a Coke, Rodolfo found himself pathetically wishing to be pressed into a glass bottle and be taken internally by her.

He was a quiet and stoic sergeant that was driven by logic not emotion. But when it came to her? He found himself being reduced to nothing more than a simple, defenseless man.

(1)

“You want me to suck your cock while driving?”

“Perdoname?”

The vulgarity of the question was softened by her bunny pink tongue and her glossy eyes that watched in delight at the sight of Rodolfo’s ears burning a bright red. The sensation of his insides being reduced and melted down into a gelatinous mass brought him back to his adolescence where he could remember trembling in his vintage Reebok shoes before sharing his first kiss behind the building.

His rich chocolate brown eyes flickered between the open road and back to the beauty who was now sitting on her side with her supple thighs crossed over each other. She was waiting ever so patiently with her button of the seatbelt mimicking the way she would appear on the battlefield with her finger over the trigger and ready to make her kill.

He pondered over her siren-like ability of luring men to their death both on and off the battlefield.

‘Did she get a kick out of making men fall like dominos?’

“H-here?”

Her lips curled into a feline-like grin as she nodded her head.

“Only if you’re comfortable, Sergeant.”

Rodolfo was paralyzed in absolute happiness as he presented puppy dog-like eyes before nodding his head back in response.

(2)

Breaking free from the bondage of the seatbelt, she crawled over his lap like a deadly little succubus to claw and paw at the utility belt that sat on the concave of his pelvis to allow his erection to spring free from its constraint.

Her mouth watered at the sight of his dick, how it wept delicious droplets of pre-cum at the simple sensation of her plush tits pressed against his lap.

“Carajo…” Rodolfo involuntarily hissed under his breath as her soft lips wrapped around his girth to place wet kisses to his mushroom headed tip before slowly devouring his flesh hole. He found himself slack jawed at her warm and wet buccal lining wrapping around his veiny cock as she bobbed her head back and forth.

He took a hand off of the steering wheel to intertwine his gloved finger into her loose and glossy hair, encouraging her to take him further down.

Shamelessly, she looked to her side to look up at her superior who was whimpering and dripping sweat from the temples of his forehead as his dick protruded under the skin of her dewy cheek.

The air around them suddenly felt so thick that not even a wasp knife could break through the atmosphere, his hand traced down her spine and down to her tailbone where he would cup handfuls of her plump ass as she worked on him.

“F-fuck…” Rodolfo slurred out as he was on a euphoric high from having the girl of his dreams pressing her doll-like nose against his pubic bone.

Without warning but no harm, his thick semen flowed down her throat and coated the inside of her mouth as the sweet symphony of his curses and grunts filled the air of the van.

But before the young woman got a chance to catch her breath, Rodolfo pressed his lips against her lip oil and semen covered ones in an angel soft kiss.

It's not like they were falling in love, he just wanted to let her know she was doing him no good.

#fanfic #oneshot #writing inspiration #my writing #mw2 fanfic #rodolfo parra x reader #rodolfo parra x you #rodolfo parra smut #mw2 smut #cod modern warfare #COD #las almas

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hecateslore · 5 months

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ME BUSCAN POR CHACALOOOSSAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA, SOY HIJA DE UN TRAFFICANTEEEEEEEEEEEE!!! ‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

Valeria listens to Jenni Rivera, I know this bc she told me.

#cod mw2 #task force 141 #el sin nombre #cod 141 #valeria garza #valeria mw2 #valeria cod #valeria x reader #las almas #cod mwf2

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cyberghostdraws · 2 months

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❪ 🪴 ❫ ━━ Good Luck, Cat ; CoD: MWII

-lmao I experimented with several brushes to make this as a sleeve panel (which by the way I plan to do 👀) So I'll tell you a few things that Cat went through in Las Almas. (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.)

Cat she was the first to go to Las Almas Because of the fact that Cat had been there before after the capture of the son of "La Araña" And for a change in that place as more reinforcements.

According to Alejandro I've seen Cat before, though it's more of a mental lapse on his part.

On the part of a conversation between Rodolfo and Alejandro, he mentions that in a certain way Cat reminds him of Valeria after learning her story; even generating a bond with Cat, although Alejandro's intention was for that bond to be more "romantic", however, Cat does not reciprocate in the same way because she has a formal relationship with Ghost. He understands and is just another friend and colleague at work.

In the future I will write this in detail and maybe I will capture them in my drawings, so this is it. Thank you! 🫶🏽

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gamersansblog · 1 year

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BRO why am I thinking of this idea!?

Okay okay so listen so I'm thinking of an au where reader is turned into a monster and has a sibling who was also experimented and made her very pretty like a man or women will fall down to their knees for them

Reader gets turned into this 8/9 foot monster and is very dull with emotion and is somewhat aggressive only to the things they claimed as theirs and is always chain if not their just walking around a cage like their waiting for something or sit down and paint if the scientist gave him some paint and a canvas. Bit team 141 plus Las Almas go on a mission to where reader and their sibling is and they rescue both of them and reader just watches them when both of them are healing.

During the stay the sibling gets really clingy to the boys while reader just watches them not fully trusting then and only giving a chitter or a grumble to them.

And Las almas ad team 141 are really jelly because reader is purring around a new member who just excepted his fate and just gave reader effection and reader loves the new member because he was shiny and gave reader little things.

And laswell decided to put the sibling and reader in training and to everyone's shock reader looked like he knew everything how to shoot a gun, how to load a gun, and how to take down a man. It was like his body knew how to do it bit reader just shrugged and went on their day while the sibling was pouting.

141 is fascinated by what reader paints and reader just looks very confused when they gave him a complement and just chitters.

While the sibling is trying to get the boys attention bit failing so and gets pouty.

After a few months reader still giving most of their attention to the recruit while learning new things (like cooking, dancing, speaking, crocheting, knitting) and the sibling is all fussy everyday because the boys sometimes ignore her because she's fucking annoying and shit but never got annoyed when reader came to them and softly tapped them with their sharp claw on their shoulder make them jump sometimes and nod at reader who signed to them for a bit of help not really good at speaking still and they just nod and help them.

But laswell decided to let them go on a mission and team 141 see reader being a shadow and brutal to the enemy's and sibling being good also and making it quick when they kill.

And after a few months they had to raid a house that sold legal info about the military and team 142 had to go and they did and quickly killed everyone and reader was no where to be seen and they were looking for them until they heard a baby cooing and the turn around and see reader with big pupils like a cat and purring really loudly while holding the tired/giggling baby.

And reader decides to take care of them baby with laswells permission and when she says yes reader is taking care of that baby like holding the baby, feeding the baby, staying up all night for the baby all of that.

And 141 and Los almas (including konig) fall inlove with reader slowly while sibling is still trying to talk with them 24/7 and shit.

Bro I've been fucking thinking kf this shit for a long time and if someone made this I'm on my fuciing knees for them.

I know I know what yall will say "gamer your a writer why don't you make it?" Yes I know I can make it but I'm lazy and currently working of requests and my pacific rim fanfic

But if I have the time and if yall are really interested on this would yall tell me to make it?

But seriously if someone made this before me I'm on my knees for them.

Ps: send me a link if yall make this fic pls and thank you <3

#mw2 141 x male reader #male reader #x female reader #cod x male reader #cod x female reader #cod x y/n #monster #monster reader #cod price #las almas #mw2 141 #konig cod #ghost cod #soap cod #gaz cod #laswell mw2 #cod modern warfare #gender nuetral reader #Spotify

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vhsgoghs · 1 month

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jealousy (Valeria Garza one shot)

Valeria Garza x female reader

Summary: Valeria gets jealous because another boy wants to flirt with her girlfriend.

word count: 1140

note: English isn't my first language but i have done my best, sorry for any mistakes.

★ masterlist here

★ spanish ver on wattpad (vhsgoghs)

Valeria was a jealous woman and everyone knew it, but no one knew it better than her girlfriend herself, (Y/N). She had learned to deal with her jealousy or just not do things that put her in that state, it wasn't too difficult, Valeria was possessive, however, she was not a maniac.

The people who worked for her were not discreet either, they had flirted in her face more than once and if she were in Valeria's place, she would react in exactly the same way, that day was not completely different, (Y/N) liked to look pretty for her girlfriend and that day had been no exception. There was only one problem, and it was the miniskirt she had decided to wear.

(Y/N) balanced on her feet, waiting for Valeria, that day "she was going to arrive later than normal" or that was what the message she had sent her that morning said, usually, they both left the house together, but not that day, and the youngest was starting to get upset because Valeria didn't arrive.

"Are you waiting for Valeria?" That familiar voice made her come out of her bubble.

She didn't remember the boy's name, but she did remember the number of times he had tried to flirt with her, more than once in front of Valeria, that memory made her giggle, the girl nodded at his question.

"Yes, she said she would be late." She shrugged, it wasn't the first time something like this happened.

The girl looked away from him, her eyes rested on the front door, expecting to see her girlfriend enter that very second, but it didn't happen, she sighed disappointed by her own thoughts.

"A girl like you shouldn't be alone." She rolled her eyes trying not to show the irritation she was feeling, she didn't even say anything when she felt his eyes intensely fixed on her bare legs.

"I'm not alone, I'm waiting for my girlfriend," she answered, emphasizing the last two words. "If you don't remember, she's your boss."

The boy giggled, which made her feel even more irritated, but she did her best not to punch him in the nose. In her place, Valeria would have already done it.

"I don't think she'll come now," he said with such certainty that he made her feel disgusted.

She hated when men acted that way, as if it were their right to have a woman, as if it were her obligation to fall for a man's charms, even though that boy didn't have a single charm.

"She's coming."

"How are you so sure?"

"Because I am here. " That voice made the girl want to jump for joy.

She didn't turn to look at her, she just felt a hand surround her waist, forcing her to take a couple of steps back and pressing against a body behind her, (Y/N) wanted to laugh because of the way the boy's smile had been erased. .

"I'm sorry…" he wanted to murmur, but was interrupted by Valeria.

"Get out of here," she said angrily.

Soon the boy disappeared from her sight, the youngest wanted to laugh, however, she felt the pull on her arm that forced her to walk next to Valeria. She was angry, she could tell by the look on her face, but she didn't say anything, she just stayed silent until they reached her office.

She turned to look at her as soon as heard the door slam shut, she didn't do anything wrong, she knew that, because no matter her jealousy, Valeria would never hurt her.

"He's a son of a bitch," she shouted, annoyed. "I'm going to fire him tomorrow."

(Y/N) remained silent before approaching her, her arms surrounded Valeria, she was taller than her and she liked that difference between them.

"Val, it's not worth it," she murmured, she could feel her girlfriend's body relaxing in her arms.

Valeria turned so she could look her in the eyes, she surrounded her with her arms and closed her eyes for a few seconds in an attempt to relax, she hated him, she hated that boy who always wants to flirt with her girlfriend, it was nothing more than a useless asshole who still didn't understand why he was still working for her.

"I hate him," she murmured.

The shorter one laughed and stood on tiptoe to press her lips against Valeria's for several seconds. It always worked when her girlfriend was tense.

"You say it daily."

"I hate him more every day," she replied, rolling her eyes and pressing herself against her girlfriend's body before kissing her again.

(Y/N) she recognized that type of kisses. It was as if she was silently reminding her that she was hers and no one else's, and she didn't care at all.

She didn't care either when she felt how Valeria began to gently push her back, causing her to take a few steps back until she felt how her back bumped against the edge of the desk.

"Val…" she murmured with heavy breathing, "we can't do anything here."

The taller one giggled, holding her hips tightly, forcing her to sit on the desk, that had never stopped her.

“That wasn't a problem last week,” her girlfriend responded, giggling, as she felt Valeria's hands slide under her blouse, her skin was hot.

No, Valeria never hurt her when it came to jealousy or when she was angry, but she always looked for a way to remind her that she was only hers, just as she was doing in those moments when her lips slid to her neck, not caring that they were in a place that anyone else could enter at any time.

(Y/N) felt something tense in her body as someone knocked on the door in such a desperate way that it even made Valeria frown.

"Puta madre" she murmured angrily, the same thing always happened, they were always interrupted. "I'm not done yet, I'll be back."

Valeria walked away from her, leaving her sitting on the desk, her cheeks flushed and her knees slightly trembling. She leave the office, ready to return as soon as possible and continue with what she had left undone.

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spookiboogi · 1 year

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He doesn’t have a license your honor

#cod mw2 #cod mwii #call of duty mw2 #cod meme #simon ghost riley #ghost mw2 #canon #las almas #john soap mactavish #man is a menace #look at him

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can0fwworms · 11 months

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so uh

Graves is alive????

#mwii #mwii fanart #cod modern warfare #cod fanart #phillip graves #mw2 #call of duty mw3 #cod mw3 #las almas #i really dont care for graves btw #this is purely a meme #id perfer for him to just be an operator bc the story but what am i expecting from a multimillion dollar franchise and business #ofc they have shitty writing its call of duty all it needs is pew pew explosion kapow and the fan boys go wild

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polvsketchbook · 10 months

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*tapping the microphone* testing one two three one two three

#ghostsoap #soapghost #ghost call of duty #soap call of duty #john mactavish #simon riley #las almas #wip #my art #fanart #call of duty

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seraphimcollections · 11 months

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AND YOU WEREN'T THERE | Alejandro x Reader | Ch. 2 |

summary: he's finally come back to you, waltzed willingly into your web. Now or never.

warnings: +18, MDNI, mentions of blood, death, dark themes, gun violence, sorry if i missed anything.

word count: 2.6

a/n: first, thank you for everyone showing love to this new series! I really appreciate all of you. Second, have your translators ready (if you don't know spanish) because there's a lot in here! Disclaimer: I do NOT speak spanish and much of this was translated so I apologize if the language is correct. Third! I added a link to a song but it's not necessary to play if you don't want to but I got a lot of inspiration from it. Anyway! Enjoy!

chapters: | ch. 1 | ch. 2 |

The elevator doors slid open and you pushed the Mexican Army general to walk in front of you. The poor man stumbled daring to look over his shoulder to you as you glared at him.

“Walk,” you ordered.

You could see the fear in the man’s eyes as he turned to walk down the hall. There were a few stragglers in the hall but once they had seen you coming walking down, they were quick to get out of your way. Finally the hall ended at a partially opened door. You shoved the man through the door, slamming the door open to the dim room. Inside was Diego, standing over a struggling man tied to one of the three chairs with a bag over his head. With a twisted smirk, Diego twisted the knife in the man’s chest, watching him struggle until he slowly went limp.

“Diego,” you said.

The man’s smirk immediately fell from his face after acknowledging your presence. You nod your head to the general.

“Subdue him.”

“Yes, jefa.”

You walk further into the room and over to a table with a TV showing surveillance footage of the perimeter. You could see a row of expensive cars driving to the gate, the guests were arriving. You’d forgotten that El Sin Nombre was having another one of her donor parties, inviting the rich and influential from all over the world to your doorstep. You understood networking was instrumental in running a successful narcotics cartel, but you could care less. All this seemed pointless, everything did.

Your eyes narrowed when the figure of a man appeared from the bush, walking over to the guards standing at the gate. As he came closer, you immediately recognized the man. It was the man from the cliffside, the one with the funny haircut. You could see he had his hands up as he approached. The guards shot at the man’s feet, forcing him to a stop. You patched into their radio.

“What’s happening?”

“La Arana! ¡Aquí hay un hombre, extranjero!” One of the guards said.

From what you could see, the man wasn’t nearly as armed as he was hours before in the wilderness.

“Bring him to me,” you ordered, terminating the channel.

You turned to Diego, seeing him finishing up restraining the General.

“Diego, we have a party crasher, retrieve him.”

“Claro,” Diego left the room in a hurry.

Your attention returned to the screen, watching as the rucksack was forced over the soldier’s head before being led inside. Something wasn’t right. You knew the man wouldn’t be able to find the Villa completely on his own, leading you to believe that he wasn’t alone and likely had the help of Los Vaqueros and whoever else they had up their sleeve. Meaning…

“Hermana,” Valeria’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts.

You looked at her over your shoulder, “we have a visitor, likely a friend of Los Vaqueros.”

Valeria smirked, swaying her hip to the side with her hand on top of it.

“Supongo que son tan estúpidos, ¿eh? Ha! Men,” Valeria rolled her eyes.

“I’d thought you’d be a little more concerned seeing as they are obviously coming for you, hermana,” you frowned.

Valeria huffed, waving her hand, “come on, lil sis, we should celebrate! The idiots are practically offering up their heads on a silver platter!”

“It’s not that simple,” you said, receding back into the shadowy corner of the room.

“Sit in on this one, let me know if the fucker is lying,” Valeria said.

You nod, letting the shadows of the room conceal you from everyone else except Valeria. You leaned against the wall, crossing your arms making Valeria smirk as Diego shoved the unknown man through the door. There was no mistaking that it was the man from the cliffside but now you had an up close look at him. He looked to be close to your age and had the fitness of a soldier his age. He wore a simple blue tee and jeans, like a normal civilian but having watched him and the others take out your men, you knew he was anything but. His hands were bound with zip ties and from simply looking, you could tell he was unarmed. Fool.

“Sit,” Diego shoved the man again toward the empty chair.

With hardened eyes the man took a seat before Diego tied his wrists to the arms of the chair, sitting away from you and directly across from the General.

“¿quién es?” Valeria approached Diego.

“Su nombre es jabón. Él vino a nosotros.”

“¿Jabón? No mames,” Valeria laughed. “And you let him in?”

“Dice que tiene informacion-”

Valeria kicked Diego in the back of his knee, forcing him to kneel before holding a knife to his neck.

“¡Mierda! No lo conocemos y él ha visto sus caras” she growled.

“But-!” Diego found you in the shadows, seeing you stare into his soul, warning him.

He let out a visible sigh, “Valeria, necesitamos la información. Él podría ayudarnos.”

Valeria looked up at you and then to the man known only as Soap with a wicked smirk, “Será mejor que... o después de que lo mate... estarás en la silla.”

With this threat, Valeria released the poor man, letting him go and sit on the stairs behind her with his tail between his legs. Valeria came closer to stand in the circle of chairs, gun in hand.

“¡niños!” she said. “This is simple: I ask questions. You answer truthfully. Do not lie to me.”

This was a game, another one of Valeria’s games. She loved them. You nodded for Valeria to continue, ears honed in.

“Recently, we were protecting a friend in the mountains. Someone attacked us there…Who?”

Both you and Valeria knew very well who the culprits were, having had filled her in hours before. It was obvious, this was a game of who could give the best intel, and your bets were with the soldier.

“Fue... fue un caos, no vi-” the pathetic general responded.

“En Inglés. Pará gringo,” Valeria ordered.

“I-I think it was the rival cartels…” the poor man answered.

You shook your head, letting Valeria know that the general was wrong.

“Hmm, your turn, blanquito. Who attacked us?” Valeria turned to Soap.

Soap didn’t flinch, showing no signs of fear toward Valeria, which was somewhat refreshing. Everyone was afraid of the cartel, people survived off of fear and that’s how the city ran. But for once, this man wasn’t afraid. It intrigued you.

“It wasn't a cartel. It was Mexican Special Forces,” Soap said, his accent strong. Scottish perhaps.

You smirked under your mask. So the man wasn’t stupid after all. You nodded to Valeria, letting her know what he said was true. Valeria cocked her head with a smirk.

“We found the bodies. Fuerzas Especiales,” she nodded, “Now, how would an outsider know they were Mexican Special Forces and not you?”

The sweat became clear on the general’s brow as he squirmed nervously in his chair. Pathetic.

“M-maybe he was there!” The general tried to defend himself.

“Estuviste ahí, pendejo,” Diego hissed in his ear. “Maybe he was too…”

“There were outsiders, helping the Mexican Special Forces,” Valeria stared deep into the foreigners blue eyes, “Who were they?”

Your brow rose, interested to see if the man would rat out his comrades.

“W-we heard them yelling, some in English. They were gringos, like him!” The general said, voice trembling.

“American PMGs. A group called the Shadow Company,” Soap answered.

You were almost surprised but even more intrigued now. You gave Valeria the signal, your eyes never tearing away from the back of Soap’s head.

“Los vaqueros está trabajando con mercenarios,” Valeria said, sounding half impressed.

“Those snakes,” Diego growled.

“See?! I was right, it was the gringos!” The general said.

“Can you even prove that this ‘Shadow Company’ exists, pendejo?” Valeria’s gaze landed on Soap again, “can you?” “The Company is run by a man called Philip Graves, he’s their commander. Revisa mi bolsillo,” the man’s voice never wavered for a moment, even with his scratchy Spanish.

Valeria spared you look as she approached the man, digging in his pocket and fishing out what looked like a patch with gray stitching.

“This man, Graves, what does he want?” Valeria asked.

You stepped off the wall, your steps light as you stepped closer ot the edge of the shadows, never stepping out.

“He wants the missiles your moving,” Soap said.

You stopped mid step, your brow furrowing. How the fuck did know that? Diego had the same question, voicing his concern. Valeria’s gaze hardened, flickering to your own. You looked back to Soap.

“He’s speaks the truth,” you said, your voice cool and venomous.

You could see Soap visibly stiffen, having finally realized that you were standing behind him the entire time. He tried to catch a glimpse of you from the corner of his eye, but there was no use -- he couldn’t see you from within the shadows.

“Y-you can’t believe what he says, he’s lying!” The general said, quickly realizing his worth was diminished.

“You’ve told us nothing! ¡Callate!” Valeria ordered.

The man continued to plead for his life, but there was no use, his fate was sealed. Diego pulled out his gun, pressing it against General’s temple before pulling the trigger, letting the poor man’s blood and brain matter splatter against the hardwood. Valeria didn’t flinch, just continued to stare down Soap as she leaned over him.

“Well done,” she smirked, using her knife to cut Soap’s restraints before making her leave, “let’s get to work.” You watch Valeria wave back at you as she leaves the room. Diego yanks Soap to his feet, shoving him forward to follow Valeria. Soap tries to glance back at you, but Diego shoves him again, forcing him out into the hallway. With a sigh, you open the other door, entering another hallway. You knew this soldier known as ‘Soap’ had come here as a suicide mission, but that couldn’t be it. Something was about to happen, and you needed to find out what it was before it did.

“Fucking gringos,” you curse, finding the stairway up to the viewing deck.

You slipped through the door frame, walking over to the glass bannister and looked over the pool area. By now, the guests had found purchase in certain parts of the patio, some by the pool, many by the bar and a few inside the mansion. All guests wore the same beige mask, hiding their identities from each other. You scanned the crowd, assessing any threats but found none. You couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that you were being watched. Your eyes lifted to sparse woods outside of the villa, squinting to see anything out of the ordinary. For a second, you thought you saw the glint of scope, but as soon as it was there, it was gone.

With a sigh, you turn to look at the towering skyline. Once upon time, you would have thought the view was beautiful. This was your home, where you were born, but now…it all felt empty. The old times, it would be a lie if you said you didn’t miss them. Part of you still misses your old life, your old face…

Miss him.

You frown at the thought, burying it. Voices began to crowd the radio, their tone sounding urgent. Your brow furrowed, listening in.

“¿Dónde está Miguel? ¡Oye, responde idiota!”

“¿Alguien tiene ojos en Fernando?”

“Shit, I got a body!”

You immediately went on alert, patching in: “Where’s the gringo?”

“I got someone in the armory- Mierda, get down!”

His correspondence was immediately followed by gunfire. You grabbed your gun from your back holster, checking it for ammunition. A string of curses left you lips as you leaped onto the roof shingles, sprinting toward the penthouse.

“Get to the penthouse, they’re after el jefa!” You shout through the comms.

“Si, La Araña!”

You knew it was too good to be true. There was no way Soap would waltz into the lion’s jaws if he didn’t have a plan. You had thought it was him walking into your trap, but no, it was you who became entangled in theirs. You grunt as you jump over the gap of the roofs, breaking some roof tiles along the way until you slip through an open window of the hallway leading to the penthouse where undoubtedly Valeria was. Your eyes immediately land on one of your men lying lifeless on the floor.

“Shit! Valeria, come in!” You shout.

All you could hear was gunshots as you sprinted into the penthouse, only to find more of your men slaughtered. Your head immediately snapped to the open back door leading out onto the roof once more. It’s then you could hear the gusts of wind and turbines. Carefully, you make your way outside, just in time to see a military issued helicopter hovering over the roof, it’s storm beacons lighting Valeria up.

You quickly find cover behind the archway, peering around the corner to see Soap with a gun drawn on your sister. But there was someone else. You knew who it was immediately, seeing his broad shoulders and gelled back dark hair. The air left your lungs as his face became illuminated by the copter’s lights.

Alejandro. He was here.

Your eyes narrowed as a familiar rage began to well in your chest. You felt like you could tear him apart. He was only a few feet away, if you got your hands on him, for even a second, his fate would be sealed. But there were too many eyes, too many obstacles. And now, they had Valeria. Your hands were tied, whether you liked it or not. You cursed underneath your breath as you watched Soap tie Valeria’s hands behind her back. Another man, you assumed to be Graves, hopped out of the copter with one of his men.

Alejandro’s expression said it all but all he could do was stare at his former comrade. Valeria chuckled with a smirk.

“Does she know?” Alejandro shouted over the whirring blades.

This question made you stop in your tracks in the shadows. Valeria’s smile became even bigger as she laughed in the man’s face.

“¡Sabía que eras estúpido, pero esto es un nuevo punto bajo, incluso para ti!” Valeria snickered. “Find out for yourself, ¡pendejo!”

Alejandro glared at Valeria, “get her onboard!”

Graves’ men forced Valeria to walk up to the copter and you could only look on helplessly. Valeria caught you hiding in the shadows and smirked. You let out a sigh, knowing what you had to do.

“Hermano, what’s up?” Soap shouted.

“I know her!” Alejandro answered, “we-”

His words were cut off when a throwing knife landed right between his legs, making him jump. Both the men grabbed their guns, swiveling around to see where the attack had come from. Alejandro kept his eyes trained on the shadows, seeing a figure emerge from the darkness. Your heated gaze didn’t stray from him as walked fully into the light. Alejandro’s eyes widened as his complexion became pale, as if he’d seen a ghost. He lowered his gun as stood frozen.

“Amor-”

You didn’t allow him to speak his sickly sweet words, swiftly disassembling your rifle and pistol, throwing the parts on the stone tile. You threw the rest of your throwing knives and radio, everything, down on the ground. Your glare never left him as you stretched your hands out limply to him. Soap looked at Alejandro, obviously confused.

“Who are you?!” Soap shouted.

You chuckled bitterly, “I’m hurt, mi vida, you didn’t tell your little friends about me? What you did?”

The words drowned in Alejandro’s throat as he continued to look at you like you’d risen from the dead right in front of him. You smirk under your mask.

“I’m Alejandro’s fiancé.”

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