#and alejandro in 2nd

[wheredidalltheusersgo]

If I put all my favourite total drama characters in an arena and made them fight, Chase would go down first.

Just saying

He's not gonna survive in a fight against Justin, Tyler, Alejandro, Geoff, Scott, Don, and B

[fanficsforheartandsoul]

Not Like This | Valeria Garza x Fem!Reader

Note: A literal brain fart that I unexpectedly wrote in the afternoon after listening to girl in red today. Angst is seriously the only thing I can produce and feel good about somehow, like what the hell. I should bring this up in therapy next time. I didn't do much research for the fic so lots of stuff is just pulled out of my ass. Get ready for some typical cliché "dying-in-one's-arms" story. Feat. some random google translated Spanish sentences.

Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare II (2022)

Warnings: Non-Canon Story, Character Death, Angst, Unrequited Love, Just Pain, Blood, Ghost made an oopsie

Summary: You wanted to touch and kiss her but not like this...

Word Count: 2,6k

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Masterlist

"You don't have to do this!"

You practically beg but she just looks at you with that gaze, the one which says that she won't change her mind, no matter what.

She had held the same gaze when she informed you about her decision to take over the cartel and abandon your brothers and sisters in arms.

She is already in too deep at this point. You both know.

You had known for years since the moment when she took Pascale's hand and danced with him in that god-forsaken club.

He enticed her with an idea and she created El Sin Nombre. And it's all your fault. When you dumped that barrel with the son of La Araña in the river, you thought you had done the right thing and you turned your back on Alejandro and the others.

You watch her, her face is full of determination; it's almost like she's looking through you instead of at you, too captivated by her thoughts.

"It's for us. That deal will make sure our families and the ones after us won't ever grow up and live like we did."

"It wasn't that bad! And compared to how many people will suffer because of that man-"

"Not that bad? Y/N, we drank rainwater while my dead mother rotted in the bedroom! I had to stop Feliz from eating her! Your legs are like this because we didn't have access to proper medical care even in the military! We both suffered so much... But like this... With the authority I have now, these days are nothing but a bad dream! We have established schools and hospitals, and with this money, we'll help even more people!"

Your heart stings when she mentions your disability and the hand grasping your cane burns. She's right. You had suffered. But that was in the past. And compared to the suffering that this terrorist and his organization would bring upon the world...

You couldn't even look the people on the streets of Las Almas in the eyes anymore, how could you bear the weight of responsibility for the horrible crimes of that man?

Maybe you shouldn't have taken her hand when you were discharged from the military due to your increasing leg pain and weeks later she had shown up in front of your doorstep to take you into the hands of the cartel.

"He and those missiles will kill people, dozens of them! Innocent families, brothers, and sisters, little girls like Emilia... Valeria, please- Don't do this. The people hunting him will hunt you too. The Los Vaqueros, Alejandro-"

"We already made the deal. There are no takebacks, Y/N." There's no escape.

You stare at her. The ache in your chest that has been buried deep for years now, grows stronger.

You almost don't recognize her.

She's not the girl who took your first kiss at the age of 7. She's not the best friend you had since childhood. Not the teenager who made out with you when she was drunk at 17 and then didn't remember. Not the one who motivated you to follow your dream of joining the high school basketball team. Not the one who mesmerized you with her naturally glowing character who drew you in like a moth to a flame.

And yet...

You still love her.

And what could you do? You're already in too deep.

Years ago you decided to follow her until your feet couldn't carry you anymore.

You're a fool for her and if she decides to walk straight into hell, even then you will follow her.

You smile bitterly. She takes a step forward and grabs your right hand, her eyes staring straight into yours. Your heart flutters as always. The bitterness in your heart grows.

"You're my best friend Y/N, mi hermana. You know I'm doing this for us. Para tiempos más brillantes."

She doesn't see the tears threatening to fall from your eyes when she embraces you and you quietly sob into her arms. She holds you close and yet you've never felt farther away from her.

"para tiempos más brillantes" you whisper in her shoulder and for you these words are like a prayer, begging God or whoever to forgive you for your foolish heart and your foolish love.

-

A few days later you arrive in a black SUV for the cartel meeting.

The atmosphere in the house is already strange when you enter with Valeria. Diego greets you with a kiss on the back of your hand like always and once again you discreetly wipe your hand on your dress.

You hate participating in those meetings but to the cartel you're like a symbol, a symbol for the wealth and power that one can gain with the help of the cartel. So it's expected that you attend. And she likes it when you're with her.

You feel like a doll in that expensive dress Valeria gifted you. It's a light blue backless dress and compliments your shape.

She gave you this one with her typical words about wanting to make you feel good about yourself but you neither feel pretty nor good; the slit on the side shows off the scars on your leg and with your cane you give the image of a circus actor instead of a rich woman.

"You can rest upstairs", Valeria tells you and pats your shoulder and one of Diego's underlings wearing a black mask steps forward to accompany you.

"I'll see you in a bit."

"Yeah", you mumble and follow the guy. He tries to be discreet but you notice him looking at your feet right away and you huff inwardly. Yeah, she couldn't gift me expensive high heels unfortunately.

You're wearing flats because anything with heels hurt not only your feet but your legs as well.

On the highest floor you pour yourself a drink and sit on one of the chairs at the long round table.

You stare at the ice cubes in your class and watch as they slowly melt. Time ticks by and Valeria is nowhere to be seen.

It's pathetic how you wait for her like a puppy. But it's always been like this. She goes somewhere, you follow. When she's away, you wait for her, the only company your anxiety and worries.

Your thoughts are interrupted by a knock on the door.

The atmosphere has been weird before but when the guard tells you in a breathless voice that he will be right back, you know something is definitely off.

You're not on the comms and you don't have a weapon, you never bring one to these events because it "ruins your outfits".

But you don't have to worry much because right when you think about grabbing a kitchen knife just in case, Valeria and her lackeys storm through the door.

She's armed - unlike when you two entered the house. You immediately know something went wrong.

"Y/N", she says, her tone cold and you stand up quickly, "go on the terrace for a bit."

You blink perplexed. "What? Why?"

She gives you a look as she grabs the phone one of her men holds up for her.

"Solo hazlo!"

You continue to stare for a few seconds, but she turns away, not looking at you.

"Yes, El Sin Nombre" you sigh eventually. A guard offers you a gun and you take it silently.

You walk to the back of the room and leave through the door, the gazes of Valeria's guards burn on your naked back.

You sit on one of the loungers, letting your cane and gun rest by your side and you stare at the darkening sky. You know who she's calling in there and the guilt plagues your mind.

How did you two end up like this? This isn't the future you imagined for yourself.

Yes, you wanted to be by her side but not like this.

The 16-year old Y/N L/N didn't see herself as the closest confidant of a drug cartel boss. Your younger self didn't see herself involved with corruption and the distribution of narcotics. You didn't see yourself lying next to her, back to back, in a bed with a pistol under the pillow.

In your ideal future you would lay in her arms in a cozy bed in a house with room for you two and your family, her sister Emilia, your grandparents, maybe even a dog like Feliz. Just you, the love of your life and your family.

No guns, no drugs, just a happy life, satisfied with what you have.

But you know better. That dream will never come true. Valeria loves you, always has, but not like you love her. You'll never be more than her best friend.

And even if she saw you in a different light, your dream can never come true. The things you both have done in your past will haunt you.

You know it's only a matter of time until the USA will hunt you and the other drug cartels down. They'll purge everything they can get a sniff of. And then El Sin Nombre will pay the price. But you'll be right beside her.

"At least we can be together in prison", you say to no one in particular, a bitter smile on your lips.

You stroke the frayed strap of the bracelet Valeria had gifted you all those years ago in high school. Memories come up but they're interrupted by a low hum. Confused you turn your head, searching the sky when a loud bang and sudden gunshots ring out in the house.

In the blink of an eye you're on your feet, gun in hand with the safety off, your cane disregarded.

You hurry to the door right when it gets slammed open and Valeria runs into you. Shocked you lower your hands, mierda you almost shot her!

"Y/N!", she shouts, grabbing you by your arm. "We have to move!"

She pulls you with her but the low hum has turned into growling and the roar of spinning rotors accompanies the black helicopter who suddenly hovers over the house. You're trapped.

"Down! Get down, now!", someone in the helicopter shouts and god, you're so stupid but she's in danger and without a second thought you shoot at the man standing at the open in the helicopter, while trying to cover her with your body.

"Y/N!"

A lot happens in mere seconds. The man at the helicopter door ducks inside, the other soldiers scream and point their guns at you and you shoot once more when someone shoves you and the force sends you to your knees.

"Cease Fire, Immediately!!"

Shouts echo around you, two more men run on the terrace, rifle and gun pointing at you but you don't care.

You turn and stare at her and she looks you in the eyes. The brown is basically black in the dusk. The corners of her lips twitch as if she wants to smile. You notice the rapidly growing spot on her grey shirt, underneath her necklace on the left side.

You scream and she hugs you, forcing her whole body weight on you. You crumble completely to the ground, holding her close, one hand still clutching the gun.

"Target is hit- I repeat target is hit! Ghost what the fu-"

"Don't shoot! I know that woman!"

Y/N she whispers. She's not moving her lips but you know she called you. You stare into her eyes as she gasps for air.

"Ria, I got you- It's okay- I got you, I-"

You drop the gun and press onto the wound from the back. Your hands turn slippery from her blood.

One of the men walks up to you and kicks your gun away from your reach and as he hovered over you, you pull her closer, shielding her with your upper body.

No, no. This can't be happening!

Your heart beat resounds loudly in your ears, it drowns out the helicopter noise and the shouting soldiers. You feel naseous from the surging helplessness you feel. Until you hear a certain voice. It's familiar.

"Y/N, hey! It's me, Alejandro. Let me have a look at her, please."

Alejandro?

You lift your head, still holding eye contact with her. Her eyes are wide, shocked probably at the sudden development. You gulp but bile still rises in your throat.

Hands grab you, but they're not forceful and you straighten your upper body to give Alejandro the chance to look at her in your arms. You look at him, begging him to do something, to help- save her.

"...dro", she wheezes and he smiles but his raised eyebrows give his worry away.

"Valeria."

He reaches for her back where you hold her and when his hand finds yours, his face darkens. He stands up and turns towards the helicopter and waves at the blonde man inside, his red hand glistening.

"We need a medic now!"

The sentence flings you into the past.

"Necesito evacuación médica para Y/N!! Gómez, hijo de puta, call it in now!!"

Gunshots whizz past you two but Valeria doesn't care.

She puts more pressure on your legs and you just watch how her expression stirs from worry to determination.

You adore that face so much. Her sharp eyebrows, the straight bridge of her nose, her long eyelashes, the lines when she smiles. She's your own personal Aphrodite.

"...s beautiful..."

She looks at you scowling. "Shut up, Y/N! Don't go all woozy on me now! We'll get you out of here and you'll be just fine, okay?!"

You smile. Of course. You'll be just fine. After all, she's by your side.

"..can't do anything for her..."

You blink. The words pull you out of your distant memory. She's holding onto you, you realize belatedly. Her fingers dig into your skin but her grip is weak, too weak.

The two soldiers who got in front of you and checked her body retreat. You open your move to say something but she touches your face to get your attention.

"Y/N..."

She pulls you down, while moving her lips as if she wants to whisper something to you. Your chest painfully constricts.

Instead your lips meet. Someone says something but you don't hear them, too shocked by the sudden kiss.

It's more like a peck and it tastes like the alcohol you drank before but your chest almost explodes.

"D-Don't do that, Ria", you croak. The nickname is like poison on your lips.

She smiles. And kisses you again. Longer this time. You taste salt.

"Not like this- I don't want it like this! I haven't even- me cago en la puta, Valeria Martina Garza, you-"

You cover her hands with yours, smearing her blood on them as you grip her fingers tight, holding on like she's your lifeline. Your foreheads touch. The pain in your chest is tearing you apart. You feel like dying.

"Para tiem...pos más brillantes...", she whispers breathlessly and you sob, showering her face with kisses while cradling her in your arms. She huffs as if she's protesting.

"Don't fucking say that! Yo no puedo vivir sin ti!! I love you, Ria, I-"

The smile is still on her lips when her body goes limp in your arms. Your chest constricts as you breathe in shakily.

Tears fall and you rock her in your arms, holding the only one who ever mattered in your life in your arms and you scream, the pain in your chest never stopping.

How can I wish for better times when you're not with me?!

-

"Y/N L/N, what do you know about El Sin Nombre?"

"Ella era mi alma gemela. I'll tell you everything."

[someday-dreamlands]

Tetradracma con la figura de Alejandro Magno y Zeus en el reverso (188-170 a. C.)

[tennis-kittens]

Boomin Beaver collection • Alejandro Davidovich Fokina & Ugo Humbert • Open Sud de France 2023

[aemiron-main]

watching the sicario movies like MATTHEW MODINE?????

[harmoonix]

☾ Moonlight Astrology Notes ☽

🏝️ ~ La Isla Bonita ~ 🏝️

︻︼︻︼︻ ︻︼︻︼︻︻︼︻︼︻ ︻︼︻︼︻︻︼

🌙 - Mercury aspecting Moon makes the native emotionally intelligent and wise, they know when to talk and how to talk to impress people

🌙 - Lilith aspecting Moon gives intensely powerful vibes, this aspect is intense and magical, you drain people so easily to you

🌙 - Mars aspecting Uranus natives are having so much energy in them, these people could be really good dancers and talented

🌙 - Mars aspecting MC (Midhaven) people will always see you as a competition and will try to compete with you, the reason is that you are so hot that they wanna be inside your skin someone said "Bunch of wannabes that wanna be me, me three if I was you" while I wrote this

🌙 - Cancer/Moon in the 7th house will nurture their relationship so much is otherworldly how much love these people have for their partners

🌙 - Mercury - Saturn aspects can get anxiety while talking and sometimes this anxiety can be more intense if they are harsh aspects

🌙 - Uranus prominent in someone's chart gives "I'm unique bi**ches" they are different than majority of people (in a good way)

🌙 - Uranus at 4°, 16° or 28° degrees might change their home aesthetics a lot

🌙 - People with Moon or Venus in the 4th house often want to make their house the biggest comfort and the palace where they feel safe

🌙 - Sun or Moon/Lilith in the 9th house gives the vibes of an priestess living in her gorgeous temple worshiping their favorite gods (love their placements so much)

🌙 - Moon in 10th house can tend to over-share things that happened to them but without knowing the other person's intentions, be careful of your surroundings

🌙 - Asteroid Hekate (100) aspecting Moon gives the person who can embody witch/enchantress vibes, often because of their positive intuition

🌙 - Jupiter aspecting Neptune are these type of people who feel like a fairytale when you are around them, something is special about them

🌙 - Taurus Venus/Libra Venus aesthetic will be a fairy for sure because they can embody these traits very good their clothes might remind you of a fairy tho

🌙 - Someone with asteroid devota (1328) in their 7th house may be very devoted to their lovers/relationships, these people are very loyal and lovely

🌙 - Scorpio/Aries And Leo Venus always be having jokes that will transform into flirt words, at some point their brain will activate "Flirty Chatty" energy and they will talk in a flirty way 😭

🌙 - Ascendant aspecting asteroid Aphrodite (1388) the meaning is self explanatory, you LOOK ethereal darling, your vibes, your energy your voice.... EVERYTHING

🌙 - Someone with asteroid Pallas (2) and asteroid Juno (3) aspecting eachother might also have this imense loyalty towards their partners (in the right aspects 😭)

🌙 - Cancer Chiron/Cancer Lilith always needs to solve their families karma somehow 😭 like why do they have to be the healers instead of enjoying some good life

🌙 - Venus in the 12th house is mystical, Venus here is has an energy like sleeping beauty she is reaching for love but something seems like it blocks her way (most times these are boundaries)

🌙 - Venus in the 2nd, 5th, and 10th house can have a passion for shopping (aswell if you have Venus in Taurus, Leo or Capricorn)

🌙 - Venus in the 11th house or Venus in Aquarius have the energy of Megara from Hercules (if you didn't see the musical, please do it is enchanting) , they have this vibe of fatality and amor both in the same time

🌙 - Moon in the 8th house/Moon aspecting - Pluto give "Alejandro" vibes by Lady Gaga, so misterious, magic and dark yet iconic

🌙 - is 12:12 when I write this observation and having 12°, 24° degrees in your Venus makes you to be emotional bounded with your partner, you are the type of person who loves so deep

🌙 - JUPITER in the 8th house (DEEPER, DEEPER) has an iconic reputation, you have the life purpose to marry someone rich and to live life at fullest

🌙 - Virgo Moon/6th house Moon love to read/write based on the weather, if is rainy and atmosphere there they would start to read or write

• I choose 3 square placements to write quotes about since squares are the top 1 harsh aspects

🌙 - Sun square Moon quote: What you choose to do? To think with your brain or to feel with your heart? To touch the earth or to feel it inside of you? To think or to feel?

🌙 - Chiron square Moon quote: The wounds are deep but slowly I can heal, pain I don't want to remember, my heart will be still?

🌙 - Saturn square Moon quote: Will they think I'm cold when all I wanted was to feel protected?, Will they judge me for being this distant? All I know is that I don't want to suffer anymore, it was enough

🌙 - Mars at 12°, 24° degrees can mediate when they feel angry or agitated, you have a powerful mind and you can control your anger often if you concentrate enough

🌙 - Asteroid Nefertiti 3199 aspecting ascendant will always radiate royalty vibes (esp if you have Nefertiti in Libra, Leo or Taurus). Is the type of aura you tend to show

🌙 - Nefertiti 3199 aspecting Chiron can show an wounded related to authorities, you don't like when someone control you or tells you what to do and tend to call them out for that

🌙 - Asteroid Nike 307 in the 7th house indicates an victorious relationship, you either your spouse might be well known by the people around and your relationship can get known aswell

🌙 - Nike 307 in Aries/Leo/Libra are just glamorous to have. Because of your confidence, power, your beauty. You have victory written in your destiny bestie, but may tend to have an big ego aswell

🌙 - Asteroid Bless 98291 sextile/trine/conjunct Juno can be blessed with a good relationship/spouse/marriage. If you have this aspect you probably gonna have that type of relationship just like in movies

🌙 - Asteroid Bless 98291 at Scorpio Degrees (8°, 20°) or in the 8th house may have a blessing related to their power and also blessed sexually

🌙 - 18+ Asteroid Lust 4386 in the 2nd house might get too touchy with their partners of having an kink related to it

🌙 - Asteroid Lucifer 1930 aspecting asteroid Juno (3) might have an extremely kinky relationship, like both partners being obsessed with eachother sexually and physically is mind-blowing

🌃 These photos have a vibe of a ~fever dream~ I love it so much, blue hour is underrated and so aesthetic, is also my most favorite time to go out with my babes 🌃

🌃May the moon bless you with her gifts🌃

🌃Hope everyone has a really really great Sunday because Mondays are always gonna be a rough start, (at least for me😭) so enjoy this day at the most🌃

[sevs-corner]

Yall what if— Tf 141: Actor AU!

WAHAHAHHAHAHA ANOTHER TIME BUT LIKE I’VE BEEN WATCHING THE ACTUAL ACTORS INTERVIEWS AND MAHN DO I WANNA MAKE A SLICE OF LIFE VERSION OR SMTH WHOLESOME FOR THE TF 141 GANG

Ok, brainrotting time go brrrrr

I can just imagine how Ghost and Soap are trying to make so many jokes during the “Alone” mission that it takes too long for the editing team to pick which one should make the cut so they decide to make a duck race of what they should put in

Gaz and Price actually doing the swimming mission and Gaz shrieking like a girly because a seaweed latched onto him- making cling onto Price who (unceremoniously) couldnt hold onto him and sunk

Graves trying so hard to be mean to Soap, but because the camera doesnt catch Soap face, he’s pouting and pulling the biggest dog eyes that it makes it impossible for Graves to be mean, making Ghost sigh and do it free of charge

You cannot tell me how Graves doesn’t make the funniest one liners while in the AC-130 (and even does the joke for fun too- and he also subsequently blames Smosh for the other plane jokes)

Ghost and Price makes the wackiest references in their dialogue with their duos that its impossible for them to not break character (assuming that they’ve been playing the OG games)

“Y’know I thought Soap would kill Shepherd.”

“Yeah nah mate, he died first.”

“SINCE WHEN???”

(Soap being so confused until he got the news and wailed)

Alejandro and Rudy would be the despicable duo of pranking people and inserting their own references in spanish, making the translation team snicker

The stunt coordinator would always sigh at how clumsy and clunky Soap and Gaz are (they’re new) but surprisingly Ghost too (but in this case he’s forgetful)

Like, he’d combat roll into a room instead of checking it with a flash band first— which the other actors take the opportunity to fake shoot him and Ghost acting along and dying

His final words always being directed to the dead Johnny of 2011 (which pisses off the current Johnny because both aren’t even DEAD)

Price is the captain in AND out of the set, asking for a coconut water but end up getting a coke and water from Simon

Farah and Alex are tied to the hip (they are BESTIES), and sometimes they get so used to being in character that the reflexive “yes ma’am” from Alex makes Farah laugh and act as if she was his boss

(Aka becomes the 2nd Price of the set)

Alex would also join into the shenanigans of Alejandro and Rudy (Graves would surprisingly join in sometimes, especially when it involves Soap) and dresses up as an extra to surprise ambush “the player” (aka pov of soap or gaz)

Making the set, a forever halloween jump-scare fiesta

(Anyways word vomit lol)

[iseathegalaxy]

"javik is canon” i say into the mic

the crowd boos. i begin to walk off in shame, when three voices speak and command silence from the room

"she's right," they say. i look for the owners of the voices. there in the 2nd row stand: harry lloyd, kevin alejandro, and toks olagundoye

[lieutnt]

kinktober 2023

october 2nd - monsterfucking & breeding w/ ftm!miguel o'hara

october 3rd - size kink w/ kyle "gaz" garrick

october 5th - dirty talk w/ dom!valeria garza

october 6th - cock warming w/ bucky barnes

october 9th - in public & being watched w/ rodolfo parra & alejandro vargas

october 10th - daddy kink w/ bratty!simon "ghost" riley

october 12th - sex pollen w/ ftm!steven grant

october 13th - mirror sex & praise w/ din djarin

october 16th - in public w/ jake lockley

october 17th - sex pollen & daddy kink w/ kyle "gaz" garrick

october 19th - breeding kink & power imbalance w/ ftm!rodolfo parra

october 20th - hate fucking w/ captain john price

october 23rd - monsterfucking w/ simon “ghost” riley

october 24th - power imbalance w/ captain john price

october 26th - scent kink w/ santiago garcia

october 27th - mirror sex w/john "soap" mactavish

october 30th - mask kink & size difference w/ john "soap" mactavish

october 31st - mutual masturbation w/ steven grant

[timkontheunsure]

Their other augment

They're not wearing stuff from either Full Moon or Ozzie's.

We've not seen them yell at eachother like that.

And if it's important, and hurts his feelings Stolas shuts down. He doesn't yell back.

Humm the lines "what if we just don't belong".

Ah got it. It's either going to be who tops tonight.

Or more likely who to ship on helluva novella.

It would be hilarious if it was about Monica/Alejandro Vs Gabriella/Alejandro

Shipping wars over OTP would just be peak to me.

Edit: Could also be from that morning in apology tour lol

2nd edit: nope that doesn't work either cus Stolas isn't in the new robe.

Back to saying it's something daft it is.

[sadhornydemons]

WRONG answers only, Why is Stolas upset at Blitz? (add your own!)

Somehow managed to back his van into Octavia's bedroom on the 2nd floor.

Killed three of Stolas's plants while attempting to see if they could consume hot sauce.

Added horse illustrations to the first four chapters of the grimoire.

Spoiled the ending for Our Flag Means Death.

Played a cell phone recording of one of their bed room activities during an I.M.P. board meeting on trust building skills.

Doesn't ship Gabrielle with Alejandro.

Destroyed his favorite robe while attempting to use it as a parachute.

Ate all the marshmallows out of his box of cereal.

[burromuerrto]

Some Burromuerto whiteboard doodles

Anything that isn’t in blue is @tophatbrian 🥊

Imagine

José finding any and every opportunity to be an asshole towards his brother

Au thing^ (Did I post this already?)

2nd image:

“I love you, my brother!”

“No tf you don’t”

“True!”

Idk if it’s too blurry but Alejandro is thinking of Noah and José is thinking of Jacques

The brothers if they were Normal. 💀

K that’s it. For now.

[fanficsforheartandsoul]

New Recruit | Simon Riley x Masked!GN!Reader

To keep this as neutral as possible since anon did not specify the gender, this is written in 2nd POV. 

There are some spanish sentences here and although I’m actually learning the language with Duolingo (lmao) I used a translator for this, I apologize if it sounds clunky. I googled how to use gender neutral forms but I’m not sure if I did it correctly sooo.

Also, this is very short because I can’t for the love of god, produce words and a correct sentence in my head at the moment.

Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare II (2022)

Warnings: Ghost is OOC, Ghost might have a kink or more than one, Typical COD Pew Pew is Mostly Omitted, Injuries

Summary: A new member joins taskforce 141 for the hunt of Hassan but you are not what the others expect. Something sparks in Ghost when he shares eye contact with you and you two are on the same eye level.

Word Count: 2,3k

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Masterlist

It was already unusual for the taskforce to get a new member. Therefore it was even more unusual to get one in the middle of an important operation in another country. 

It wasn't exactly convenient but when would it ever be?

Fact was that Hassan Zyani, a major of the terror organization Al Qatala escaped their grasps.

They needed to work with Mexican Special Forces to follow his tracks, so if it was one more member or two, it didn’t really matter now. 

Yet it was quite a surprise when Ghost and Soap heard the news.

"Someone will join you in México, a new member of the taskforce. I wanted to introduce the lieutenant a bit later, but Chryso was in the country anyways, so I guess now is as good as ever."

Ghost listened silently to his captain on speaker phone while Soap asked the questions lingering in his head; what kind of muppet name was Chryso? And why would the soldier join them right now when they had something so important to do?

Trusting a stranger in a hostile environment wasn’t exactly an easy thing to do.

Price ignored Soap’s words deliberately and continued: 

“Chryso is already known to the Los Vaqueros and Alejandro and as you're aware they know their way around in Las Almas. Be nice and protect your backs. We will talk later and I’m sure Chryso will answer any questions you have.”

Great, Ghost thought and looked at the flabbergasted Soap who stared at the phone display showing the end of the call.

“He just hung up?? What the hell... I feel like someone just told me my sister got married in secret and I have to meet her husband.”

He raised an eyebrow but the other obviously couldn’t see it behind his skull mask.

“You have a sister?”

Soap blinked.

“No, but if I had one...”

Ghost sighed. He hoped that the new addition to the team wouldn’t mess up their operation and would focus on the task at hand. Catching Hassan.

-

You startled out of your sleep when you heard your call sign.

“They’re arriving in 5, Chryso” said Felipe, the Los Vaqueros soldier who was on the look out with you in one of the abandoned shacks close to the village where intel suggested Hassan Zyani’s location.

Your last undercover mission had taken a toll on your body and you tried to make up for it by napping whenever you could. Felipe’s humming had made you drowsy and apparently your consciousness had slipped away for a bit.

A quick glance at your combat watch proved that you had slept more than an hour and you sat up straight quickly.

“Perdón, you know my last OP still got me fucked up... Did anything move?”

“No pasa nada.”

The man waved his hand dismissively and watched as you stood up and stretched your arms. He had to tilt his head slightly to look up to you. Felipe's eyes wandered over your mask and then he said:

“They’re staying put and keeping quiet.”

You breathed out and rolled your shoulder. Maybe you shouldn’t have slept in such an uncomfortable position...

You were about to meet two members of Taskforce 141 - your new team - and group up with them and the Los Vaqueros to participate in one of their missions. No chit-chat and icebreakers, just business, straight-up. 

This was how work had always been with Captain John Price for the few times you had fought together, so it didn’t exactly bother you. But it was making you a bit antsy that he wouldn’t be part of the operation.

You weren’t exactly keen on entrusting your back to total strangers. Not with your... special circumstances.

Your habit of wearing a mask 24/7 often confused other people and many soldiers had treated you slightly differently due to it. Whether it was done deliberately or subconsciously, it often hampered with the beginning of your new relationships until people finally got used to it. Which usually took a while. Seen by the lack of other soldiers accompanying you and Felipe.

Strangely Price didn’t seem to react much to your mask. Maybe that was why you felt comfortable around him. He didn’t treat you any different, he had just looked at it once and then moved on. 

You hadn’t told him why you were wearing it but if anyone had to know, you would probably feel most comfortable telling him.

And when you had signed the contract to work as a new member of taskforce 141 you had mulled about doing it. Possibly when you would first see him again. You had believed that it would be today.

But he wouldn’t be part of this mission, which he told you 2 days ago. Instead Lieutenant Simon Riley and Sergeant John Mactavish would cover your back. 

You had heard their names before when Price talked to you about joining the taskforce but you didn’t know anything specific about them besides their names and ranks.

And Rodolfo and Alejandro didn’t let anything slip when you asked them if they knew anything about the two soldiers.

They did know more than you but based on the little smirk around Alejandro’s lips they purposely kept information from you, which annoyed you slightly.

But well, Alejandro was a colonel, furthermore the leader of Los Vaqueros and he obviously had to be informed about his allies in such a special operation. 

You knew not to question him and he wouldn’t keep anything dangerous from you, he wasn’t like that that’s what you could tell based on the few days you had spent at the Las Almas base. He kept his soldiers safe, had to in the corruption-filled town. 

And you would meet the other taskforce members soon anyways.

So you decided to focus on the task at hand and ignore everything else. Whether that would involve strange looks and stupid comments about your mask or not.

The Al Qatala terrorist had to be caught by all means. The files you had received told you enough about the threat he posed to basically everyone in this world. He wouldn’t escape your grasp. Not under your watch.

You strapped your black vest tighter and checked your gear.

A low hum announced the distant approach of some vehicles and Felipe looked out the window to see 3 black jeeps drive down the dirt road.

“They’re inbound.”

You nodded and followed him out of the room down the stairs.

-

"I have a feeling you'll fit right in, just like Y/N."

Ghost was still mulling over the strange comment of Rodolfo Parra, when they spotted the army checkpoint and Alejandro explained why they had to evade it and he forgot the words quickly.

However, when their convoy arrived at the other side of the river in their AO, he and Soap exited the truck and a few seconds later when he first exchanged eye contact with you, he remembered the words instantly. 

You had just moved out of the shack, following a Los Vaqueros soldier. Your back was turned towards the convoy when the man told you something and he gesticulated while you checked your back pockets.

Ghost noted that the soldier talking to you was at least a head smaller than you. You were clad in back and his interest peaked when he realized that your head was covered by a hood. Oh...?

He followed Soap behind Alejandro and Rodolfo and walked up to you while the other Los Vaqueros soldiers readied their guns and spread out. 

“No me gusta el hecho de que no tengamos refuerzos” he heard you say through your clenched teeth and your counterpart hummed in agreement. 

Alejandro coughed and you turned to face them while he introduced you to him and Soap. Your eyes roamed over them and they lingered a bit longer on him, which made Ghost’s heart beat quicker for some reason.

“This is lieutenant Y/N L/N”, the colonel announced and the smirk on his lips suddenly made sense. He just stared and Soap did the same. 

“Just call me Chryso” you said and gave Alejandro an annoyed look that the other ignored and you turned your head back to look at Ghost and you stretched out your hand. 

Ghost’s voice was rougher than usual when he told you his name: 

“...Simon Riley, but call me Ghost.”

He shook your hand with a firm grip. Hazel and e/c eyes met, both hidden in the shadows of a mask. He caught a glimpse of your spirit in the e/c shade and noted that the skin around your eyes was also hidden behind black makeup.

“Nice to meet you, Lieutenant.”

Fuck, he thought when he realized that he could gaze directly into your eyes without lifting or lowering his head. 

And bloody fucking hell, he thought when he realized that in a very strange way he found that mask of yours attractive. Like you were mirroring him, like you two belonged together, like you were meant to be his and he was meant to be yours. 

There were not many things that Ghost found immediately attractive upon meeting someone. 

He considered himself to be more of a “character”-person than someone who cared about appearances first but there were some things that just drew him in...

Pretty smiles for example. Or the hint of a strong character in one’s eyes. But what really invited his immediate attraction was what Soap had called the most surprising and strangest thing ever when he accidentally spilt this piece of information during one of their long scouting sessions; when someone was just as tall as him.

There was just something about someone being his height that created a spark in his chest. 

“That’s a fucking kink” Soap had said back then. Looking at you now and considering the growing feeling in his chest, the scot might have been right.

He let go of your hand before he was holding onto it for too long but he kept his eyes on you even when you had already turned towards Soap to shake his hand.

“Sergeant John Mactavish, but call me Soap.” 

The sergeant shook your hand enthusiastically and grinned from ear to ear. He glanced at him and Ghost’s alarm went off in his head.

“You have pretty long legs eh? How tall exactly are you?”

You blinked and Ghost couldn’t stop himself from groaning inwardly when he saw slight confusion and annoyance in your eyes. 

“Roughly 6′3 if I remember correctly.”

Soap looked at him but Ghost ignored the stare deliberately and when Alejandro told them to follow him, you immediately turned away from them and hurried to fall into the colonel’s and Rodolfo’s step.

“Oh dios, lo dijo.” Rodolfo said and laughed and Ghost cursed himself for not learning more Spanish on the way here when you groaned. He was about 99% sure this was about your interaction just now.

"¿Dijo que?" Alejandro asked, his voice now lower as they moved closer to the houses, weapons raised.

"Una de las tres cosas que Y/N odia a que le pregunte.¿’Por qué Chryso como apodo’? ¿’Por qué llevas una máscara’? y ¿’Qué tan alte eres’?”

Rodolfo muttered and while the colonel laughed quietly you only sighed.

Ghost didn’t understand what exactly was going on but based on the mocking tone Rodolfo used for his last few words, it was probably something bad. He also mentioned your call sign and he was smart enough to know that the conversation was most likely about them. 

As much as it bothered him, they had already reached the stone wall so he turned his attention to the mission at hand.

“Where’s Hassan?” he asked.

“White two-story building at the back”, Alejandro replied and two seconds later they entered the gate and he didn’t have time anymore to think about your height, nor your skull mask that seemed to compliment his own and the fact that your utility straps nicely showed off your thighs. 

-

But all these thoughts and much more rushed through his mind after he had helped you out of the river. 

It had already been hard for him to breathe with his mask but your experience with yours had been much worse, the cloth wasn’t exactly made for missions involved with water and you - in your words “almost got waterboarded back there”. 

Added to the harsh landing in the river and the bullet graze on your left arm, you weren’t exactly feeling your best and you felt exhausted for a moment, so much so that you had to drag your limbs out of the water when it was your turn. 

The soldier in front of you turned around and you looked up at him from your cowering position where you had temporarily bandaged your wound.

Ghost offered you his hand and you took it. 

“Thanks” you huffed and he pulled you up with more force than necessary which messed with your balance and made you take a step forward. 

He could see a waterdroplet on the tip of your eyelashes and his heart stuttered when he noticed how close you two suddenly were. Your loud breathing made his ears tingle and he took a step back, though not letting go of your hand. 

“You good, Chryso?”, he asked, ignoring his imagination where you were panting for a different reason. Jesus Christ, you were injured. And he hadn’t even seen your face yet.

You nodded and he let go of your, pointing at your left arm. 

“I’ll bandage your arm in the car, that wrap is a sad excuse of first aid.” 

You huffed in annoyance but he saw how your eyes turned into slight halfmoons again, showing him that you were actually smiling.

“Whatever, lieutenant.”

You walked past him, waving your hand in dismissal and he followed you, a small grin on his lips, definitely not sneaking a glance at that ass in those wet black cargo pants. 

-

“I’m really curious... What kind of muppet name is Chryso?”

Alejandro snorted. “Y dale.”

You sighed beside Ghost while he secured the re-wrapped bandage. Soap looked at you through the front mirror.

“We had this guy in my unit, Turner, he was a huge biology nerd. When he first met me, he just said ‘Chrysocyon brachyurus’  which is the scientific name for the maned wolf in South America.”

Soap tilted his head in confusion when Alejandro laughed. “Okay...?”

The colonel tapped the steering wheel. “They have really long legs, hermano. Really long.”

[blu3-ja3]

Has the brain rot taken over again? Yes. Do I care? No!

Feast my lovelys and enjoy!

Scars? Scars... 141 Major Scars? (If there are canon scar/stories NUH UH) They all have tons of smaller scars from bullet grazing, shrapnel, and stitches.

!TRIGGER WARNING! Semi-Graphic depictions of injuries and violence

Maevis O'Connor

• A small one above her left eye and a bullet scar above her hip. A parting gift from one of Graves's men when he betrayed them that night at Las Almas. O'Connor lost her radio and a great deal of her medical supplies in her pouches and pack while retreating. She was able to find a motorcycle in Las Almas and made a quick retreat towards the safe house Alejandro told her and Ghost about. She had to wait and hoped that Ghost and Soap would arrive safely. Coaching Radalfo through removing a bullet cleanly from a gun shot wasn't fun but had to be done for her to field dress herself properly.

• She has a pair of bullet hole scars, one mid left torso and the other upper left thigh, she got them when she was serving under Price, when she was a fresh face combat medical sergeant and he a newly promoted Lieutenant.

• Her largest scar is her burn scar, she retrieved it from an improvised napalm bomb going off in her medical tent. She has 3rd degree burns on her right shoulder, clavicle, and chest. 2nd degree up her neck to her ear and jawline, down her right arm and hand, it goes down to her right hip. The day after she woke up she was informed most of her medical team was dead and she was now the captain of a new squad... She contacted Price not long after, needing a change of pace and knew her old CO's offer to join whatever team he was apart of still stood.

John Price

• A large knife scar on his lower back, it was from his early days as a sergeant. Was ambushed while in a sniper nest managed to get away and live another day.

• Large scar starting from left clavicle to mid back, from being cut by a stray piece of shrapnel. IED went off while Price was nearby. That was the first time he got to watch the new combat medical sergeant put her skills to serious use and he knew O'Connor was going to be a great asset to anyone on or off the field and offered her a permanent position with his squad at any time.

• Large burn scar on right hip caused by a Molotov in close quarters. Gaz has a burn from the same one, Price still beats himself up over not seeing the hostile in time, not protecting Gaz from the horrible experience that is being burned alive and trying desperately to put yourself out.

Simon "Ghost" Riley

• Facial scars: Piece of upper right lip scared and missing (you can see a bit of teeth but that doesn't stop Soap from kissing him), a large scar across his nose bridge and both cheek bones, and another on the left side of the neck to behind left ear. Tons of little scares and burns. All are from when he was tortured and buried alive in Mexico, he was young and still pretty green but that changed after digging himself out of his own grave. He got his revenge and a stupid rank promotion to sergeant.

• Burn scars along the back of shoulders and neck, bullet scar in gut from being shot and burnt alive after being betrayed. As a sergeant and Roach was a private their LT betrayed them, shooting both and leaving them to die while escaping a burning building. Ghost saved them both but not without some scars. Not long after is when Price contacted them and offered a spot on the 141.

• Heavily discoloration under right pectoral from exit wound bullet scar from sniper shot to back while escaping from Shadow Company... He found that sniper nest later in the church and made it his own. While waiting for Johnny to get to him Ghost tried his best to clean and wrap the injury. He'd suffered worse than a gun shot wound and did everything he could to guide Soap to some safety. Safer together than apart.

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

• A large knife scar from his hip, down the back of his left thigh, stopping at his knee. It's a nasty scar he got when an enemy used his hip to be an anchor point to stop him from continuing his fall... Gaz kicked the asshole off of him but not before he was given one hell of a parting gift. O'Connor had to give him field stitches which were not fun. It took him weeks to get back to his normal state and even longer to be redeployed.

• Most of his back, shoulders and neck has 2nd degree burn scars from the same Molotov that got Price as well. Gaz does his best to comfort Price every time the man sees the scar and gets the thousand mile stare.

• Three bullet wounds all close together on his upper right shoulder. Injuries from exploding the chemical production plant with Farah, Price, and Alex (Alex survives btw he stayed with Farah after the plant was destroyed)

Gary "Roach" Sanderson

• Roach has a large portion of his upper left torso, back and neck covered in second degree burn scars, this scar also burned the lower left side of his face, cheek and ear. He's got slight hearing and speech issues due to these burns so he's taken up BSL and has taught the core team BSL for the days he doesn't or can't talk.

• More burns but not as severe (only first degree) on his feet and calves from when a helicopter he was piloting caught fire when he performed an emergency landing and dragging himself out of the helicopter. Roach got to experience the wonders of field dressing a burn.

• Has two bullet scars on his right side, one at his clavicle and another above his hip a gut shot. Both bullet scars and the larger burn scar are from when he and Ghost were betrayed by their lieutenant and left to burn.

John "Soap" MacTavish

• Soap's facial scar happened at the same time he got the burn scar on his lower back and the puncture scar on both back and front of his left side hip. He had a piece of rebar stuck through after a large explosion sent it and him flying. He cut his face as he landed on a rock.

• Minor chemical burns scars on both left and right hands, mostly from the copious times the young man went about making an improvised explosive while out on the field. O'Connor; in order to prevent herself and Soap from having to field dress his hands, has started carrying an extra set of close fingers gloves. Ghost started to do the same as they're often paired together. It gets to the point that everyone on the 141 will pull out an extra set of gloves when Soap begins mumbling to himself about explosives and nearby components.

• He has two bullet scars from when Graves shot him that night in Las Almas, one above his right hip both front and back, another on his upper left clavicle close to his neck. Adrenaline is a hell of a thing and so is anger, one of these injuries alone would put a grown man on his ass. So when he and Ghost finally got to the safe house and had a moment to relax, his body responded by going into shock. O'Connor with much needed assistance from Ghost got the wounds cleaned packed and wrapped. O'Connor still doesn't know how he managed to do all he did those following days.

(If I've misspelled something let me know, English is not my first language... Well it is but I'm more fluent in dumb bitch or as many call it dyslexia!)

[the-froschamethyst4]

“So do you speak English or Spanish?”

𖤐Pairing: Husband! Daddy! Alejandro x Wife! Mommy! Reader

𖤐Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐Warnings: fluff, wholesome, husband and wife, children, school, badly translated Spanish

Alejandro’s and Y/n’s kids go to school their oldest son Santiago is in 4th grade and their daughter Maria is in 2nd grade

They mainly speak English because of their mom but occasionally speak Spanish because of their papi, it’s not good Spanish because their still learning but they speak it

But what happens when both accidentally let the Spanish slit out every once and a while confusing their classmates

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Y/n had woken up from her daughter knocking on her bedroom door. She sat up and rubbed her eyes, she smiled and looked at her daughter.

“Good morning, baby,” she smiles. She opened her arms and Maira came running and hugging her mom.

“Mami, I don’t want to go to school,” she whines.

“I know, baby, school sucks, but you have to go and be smart, like your papi and I,” Y/n said kissing her daughters forehead.

“Okay,” she whines and got off the bed and went to her bedroom to get dressed for school.

Y/n rolled out of her bed and saw her son Santiago walk passed the bedroom door.

“Santi? What are you wearing?” Y/n asked as she made the bed and she heard Santiago groan and walk back to the bedroom door.

“Just clothes.” Santiago was wearing a light blue t-shirt, black jeans and black vans.

“Santiago, it’s almost eighty degrees outside.”

“I’ll be fine.”

“Santiago, I don’t want to get a call from your school that you passed out because I let you walk out in jeans, go put shorts on,” she said as he groaned and walked back to his bedroom to change.

Y/n put her hair up and changed out of her pajamas to some more professional clothing because of where she works.

“SANTI! MARIA! COME ON THE BUS WILL BE HERE SOON!!” Y/n said as she gave Maria a pop tart and Santiago one too. “Just eat it on the bus.”

“But we’re not allowed to eat on the bus,” Maria said.

“Sneak it,” Y/n said as she kissed her sons and daughters head and watched them leave the house to their normal bus stop.

“Santi, I’m not really hungry,” Maria said, picking at the crust around the pop tart.

“What? You’re always hungry,” Santiago said as he stuffed his face.

“Not today,” she said, giving her breakfast to her oldest brother. He didn't hesitate to wolf down the food.

"Why aren't you eating, mami and papi are gonna be mad if they find out you haven't been eating breakfast."

"I eat lunch, that's good enough," Maria said as one of Santiago's friends Luis came running to the bus stop, he was out of breath and his hands on his knees trying to catch his breath.

"Jesus...my mom didn't wake me up...till...5 minutes...ago," he pants, Santiago chuckles and Maria just rolled her eyes.

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Y/n walked into her work and sat her stuff down, she worked around a bunch of women who always talked about their lives, husbands, girlfriends and kids. Y/n fit in with them perfectly because of her almost being just like them.

Since Y/n's kids are bilingual, she'll sometimes talk about how Maria will sometimes mess up words in Spanish and it's all cute, and she'll even talk about when Santiago was little always confusing some words in Spanish and English.

"Good morning, Y/n," Briella said with a smile on her face, she was the oldest employee who has been there almost since the start of the company, and funny thing is she's only 4 years younger than Y/n.

"Good morning, Briella, how's Gracie?"

"Good, she almost missed the bus this morning."

"The same with mine, but they got out just in time," she smiles as she clocked in.

"Hey, Y/n, we're going to the local bar downtown if you wanna come and join us?" Regan the companies General Manager and good friend to Y/n came up to her cubical and asked.

"Umm~ I'll think about it, I have to see if Alejandro is okay watching the kids for a while."

"Please, from how you talk about him, I'm pretty sure if you said you were going to the moon and won't be back for a year, he'll watch the kids for you."

"I know," she laughs. "But it never hurts to ask," as she say that she grabbed her phone and texted Alejandro.

Alejandro did stocks and worked very hard, almost every morning he was in a meeting, but Y/n had to at least ask to see if he was okay with it.

Mi Amor: Alejandro, I'm going to a bar with some of the girls from work, are you okay with watching the kids, while I'm gone?

Husband: I fine with anything, mi amor, you know I'll watch them

Mi Amor: Thank you, Ale, I owe you.

Husband: Yeah you do😏

Mi Amor: Nasty

Alejandro smirked at the text and slid his phone back into his pocket to listen to his boss.

"He said he's fine with it, guess I'm coming," she giggled, and the girls cheered.

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"Alright, everyone let's go ahead and do this assignment, we are going to be doing a color by number, sheet for multiplication," Santiago's teacher Mrs.Finch announced to the class.

"Santiago, can you get me a blue," Santiago's other friend Mark said as Santiago was already up to go get his colors.

"Sure," Santiago said.

Santiago had his sheet in his hand to see what colors he needed.

"Rojo, azul, amarillo, verde, morado, negro, marron, (red, blue, yellow, green, purple, black, brown)." Santiago mumbled to himself, he liked speaking Spanish when it came to certain things, like colors, animals, plants, sports, stores, but he hardly did it in school.

"What are you saying?" A little girl named Jules came up next to Santiago.

"Huh?"

"What are you saying? That's not English, is that a made-up language?" She asked. Santiago was a little suspicious on how she's never heard Spanish before.

"It's Spanish," he told her.

"But you speak English." Jules said, crossing her arms.

"I'm bilingual," Santiago said.

"Meaning?"

"Meaning, I speak two languages, English and Spanish, my mom speaks English and my papi speaks Spanish."

"Have you really never heard him speak Spanish before?" Mark asked Jules.

"No," she said with some attitude behind it. "I've never even heard of bilingual before, that seems made up."

"It's not," Santiago said.

"So, say something then in Spanish."

"Okay," without hesitation Santiago immediately thought of something. "Jules es una gran cabeza tonta y estúpida," he smirks.

"What does that mean?" Jules asked.

"It means. Jules is a big dumb stupid head," Santiago was proud and Jules stormed off to go find Mrs.Finch.

Santiago, Mark and Luis all laughed.

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Maria sat on her colored square on the Teacher's rug as they started to sing a song that went along with a book they were reading. Maria could barely keep up because some of the words were difficult.

Soon the song was over and Maria let out a small huff.

"Vaya, eso fue difícil (Geez, that was difficult)." Maria mumbled.

"Huh? What was that?"

"I said it was difficult."

"But how did you say it?"

"In Spanish," Maria said, confused.

"Spanish, I never heard Spanish like that before, I should know, I'm Spanish," the girl whose name was Bella, tried to flex that she knew Spanish but in reality, she didn't, she wanted to be different.

"Okay~ say something then if you know it," Maria asked.

"Fine, Mi perra come gusanos," she said, smirking at Maria like she just did something.

"You just said my dog eats worms," Maria said as some of the kids that surrounded them laughed at Bella.

"No, I said I'm the best."

"That would be something like this Soy el mejor, not what you just said," Maria said.

"Whatever."

"It's impressive that you do know it, you just have to learn your grammar and how to actually make a proper sentence," Maria giggled.

Bella walked away and Maria went back to her cubby grabbing a book to read.

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Alejandro walked through the door of his home and set everything down by the door. He took off his shoes and loosened his tie, he took off his blazer and set it on the coat rack.

He went upstairs to go take a shower before having to go get the kids off the bus.

Soon he got out and put on black t-shirt and gray sweatpants. He went outside the porch and leaned on the railing to wait for his kids. He saw the bus up ahead stopping at a kid's house and then to the bus stop. Alejandro smiled seeing his daughter get off first and she came running towards him.

"PAPI!!" She yells, Alejandro smiled and walked down to pick her up, he kissed her forehead as they waited for Santiago next, which wasn't long.

Santiago smiled seeing his dad home.

"Come on, it's just us tonight, mami is out with some co-worker friends." He says.

"Does that mean we get McDonald's for dinner?" Maria asked.

"Do you want some?" He asked and Maria just excitedly nodded her head. "Alright, we can get some, do you want McDonald's Santiago?"

"Yeah, that's fine," Santiago asked, taking his bookbag off his shoulders.

"Alright go get out of your school clothes and we'll head there," Alejandro smiles.

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Once in the car, Alejandro saw his two kids have a big smile on their faces.

"Why are you two so smiley?" He asks.

"Because I stood up to some girl," Santiago said first.

"HEY I DID TOO!" Maria yelled.

"What do you mean?" Alejandro asked.

"Some girl named Jules in my class asked what language I was speaking, and I told her Spanish and then she asked me to say something in Spanish and I called her a stupid head," Santiago and Maria both laughed.

"I said some girl in my class said her dog liked to eat worms and she thought she said she was the best, but I told her how that would sound versus what she said," Alejandro was proud that his kids stood up to some kids.

Alejandro was also proud that his kids weren't ashamed of their Spanish side and put some people in their places.

"I'm proud of both of you, but Santiago next time don't call her a stupid head, maybe something more clever next time," Alejandro chuckled.

"Okay, papi," he smiles.

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Y/n was having a blast at the bar, her and the girls all singed and dance and enjoyed all their drinks they were getting. She looked at the time and saw she should get going and head home for the night.

At least she didn't drink too much, she didn't want to abandon her car at a random bar or take an UBER with a stranger.

She bid farewell to her friends and will see them at work tomorrow and headed home.

Once she arrived home, she could see the TV on in the living room hopefully the kids went to bed and it's just Alejandro still up. She opened the front door and saw it was her kid's favorite TV show Bluey, meaning the kids were still up.

She saw the tops of their heads on the couch, she creeped over to them all passed out together, Maria's head on Alejandro's right shoulder, Santiago on the other side, Alejandro's mouth open and head back with light snoring coming from him.

Alejandro's arm wrapped around Maria's waist and his other hand resting on Santiago's small leg, Y/n smiled at the scene in front of her and took a picture to remember it.

She turned off the TV and gently moved Alejandro's arm and hand and she gently picked up Maria first putting her bed then Santiago.

She came back downstairs and gently woke up her husband. His eyes fluttered open, once he saw her, he gave her the biggest smile ever.

"Hi, mi amor."

"Hi, guapa (handsome), come on, let's go to bed. I went ahead and put them two in bed."

"Did you have fun?" He asked as he walked behind her.

"I did, I should get out more often."

"You should, we had fun," he smiles as he plopped on his side of the bed and Y/n changed out of her work attire into her pajamas. She got on her side and cuddled up to her husband's side and kissed his jawline.

"Good night."

"Night, amor," he kissed the top of her head.

[welldonekhushi]

Call of Duty OC: Samantha "Scarlet" Wright 🦋

Finally, after ages, I came up with Scarlet's biography sheet! So in case you guys are curious about her, you can go through this post, hope it helps! (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠✧⁠*⁠。

If you want to see any artwork or fics on her, go to the #samantha scarlet wright tag for her content!

GENERAL

Name: Samantha

Full name: Samantha Wright

Codename: "Scarlet", Hotel Two-Six, Butterfly

Age: 29 years old

Gender: Female

Nationality: British (UK)

Languages spoken: English (native), Arabic (conventionally), Russian (for intelligence purposes)

Date of Birth: March 9, 1984

Place of Birth: Cambridge, England

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Martial Status: Single (married in 2017 to John "Soap" MacTavish, her childhood friend — diverging canon AU)

Occupation: British SAS (Special Air Services), member of the Task Force 141

Status: Active

Rank: Sergeant

Universe: Original timeline (2011-2017), reboot (alternative AU)

Faceclaim: Jenna Coleman

Song: Tangled Up by Caro Emerald (Lokee Remix)

Biography: Samantha Wright, under the codename "Scarlet" followed her dream in joining the most elite forces of the British Army, after hearing about her father's experiences in the military. As her hard work pays off, she finally gets selected for the SAS, and then for the Task Force 141, for her skills and strength. There, she meets a very old friend, that she missed and deeply cared for..

AFFILIATIONS:

Task Force 141

Captain John Price

John "Soap" MacTavish

Kyle "Gaz" Garrick

Simon "Ghost" Riley

Hannah "Sparrow" Clayton (@revnah1406)

Sergeant Annabelle "Kit" Pham (@applbottmjeens)

Charlotte "Jade" La Jardin (@sleepyconfusedpotato)

2nd Commando Regiment (@kaitaiga)

Sergeant Damien Whitlock

Captain Lachlan Jones

Los Vaqueros

Colonel Alejandro Vargas

Rodolfo "Rudy" Parra

Alyssa "Aly" Martinez (@alypink)

SKILLS AND ABILITIES

Weapon induced: M4A1 Carbine, M4A1 Grenadier w/ Red Dot Sight, M14 EBR Scoped

Fighting style: Hand-to-hand-combat, martial arts, a bit of jiu-jitsu

Special skills: Has good agility, wits and strength from intensive physical and mental training.

Talents: Is able to strategise a plan for greater impact.

Shortcomings: Is a bit sensitive and confused when it comes to choosing a decision which leads to life or death.

PERSONALITY

Myers-Briggs Type: ISFP (The Adventurer)

Is a positive presence among everybody: Yes, a soldier sure is a tough-hard individual who is determined to follow their duty, but Scarlet is the opposite. She maintains her duties and also motivates and cheers others up to keep moving and never surrender, as taught by her father. The reason why others notice when Scarlet is present with them, they feel calm and encouraged.

Emotional, but also dangerous: Sure Scarlet looks like she's a sweet presence among everyone, but at the same time, we shall not forget she's SAS-trained. When things get serious, she gets serious. During some missions (1 and 2), she has shown remarkable strength and courage by eliminating enemy soldiers in combat, as if she's a different person. The cheerful presence Scarlet holds among others has another dark side inside that she never reveals, but towards her enemies.

Can indulge with anyone, and is respectful: She'd love to make friends or teammates! It doesn't mean she doesn't give importance to anyone, but she especially bonds a lot with Soap. They two have been childhood friends since the start and everyone notices how close they both are and thinks if they two are a couple. Even if Soap is her best friend and he has a superior rank, she'd still respect him as her Captain. But sure, personally, they two engage like they used to.

Very empathetic: Whether it's a random person or not who is dying in her arms, it breaks her. It happened once when she tried to save a person who was losing their life and in the end they couldn't make it. It makes her want to blame herself a bit, thinking she didn't do her duty right, even if everything wasn't in her power. Also, if she sees anyone in distress, she's able to console and help them in time of need, the reason why Scarlet is able to sympathise and understand others well.

BACKGROUND STORY

Born as Samantha Wright, she lives in a small town in England with her father, Albert Wright, who is a former SAS-soldier under the codename "Bolt", and mother Elizabeth. When Scarlet was a toddler, she used to hear stories from her father about him working in Special Air Services, an elite special forces unit, and retired the day when his one leg was brutally injured that made him unable to walk or run.

Those stories gave Scarlet an idea to also join the SAS like him, but her father chuckled and said that right now she was too young to do so. Sometime later, she met John MacTavish, who recently moved into her neighbourhood from Scotland, but wasn't happy that he shifted away from his homeland. She wanted John to be her friend, and make him familiar with the surroundings so he'll get used to everything and love staying at his new home. And soon, they two grew closer, and became best friends.

They two had a similar goal — to join the defense. And one day, that day had to come between the two, when John had to leave for military school. Bidding her best friend a bittersweet farewell, unsure what future has for them in between, John encouraged her to follow her dreams. Taking that as a motivation, Scarlet kept John close to heart, while continuing her aspiration to join the SAS.

Her father got to know about her plan, saying that it won't be easy, since the SAS had the toughest selection processes. That sure unsettled her for a while, but didn't make her back off from her decision respectively. Instead, she learnt a couple of exercises, tips and tricks on self-defense from him that mentally and physically prepared her fully at the same time.

When she recruited herself in the selection process, it was an absolutely different experience for her. The way her mind drastically changed during the training quite traumatized and scared her, knowing what it feels to be in the SAS. But, keeping her father's words by her side, she didn't let the weakness and fear sink her in and moved on further. At times, she was ridiculed by others that she'd never be able to complete the process, but chuckled it all out instead.

The day came, when her hard work paid off, and she finally became eligible for the special forces. It was a blessed feeling for her, as if luck always stood by her side. And this is where, her journey begins..