(What happens to graves and reader when he takes her and Alejandro?)
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Exhausted and drenched you sat groggily, rocking between Ghost and Soap as you road back to the Los Vaqueros HQ.
The vehicle came to a halt as you whipped your attention back to the front of the car.
"Wakey wakey ." Soap chuckled watching you while you tried not to doze off after a emotionally and physically draining mission.
"What's this?" Alejandro questioned as he exited the car watching as Graves and his men filed out at the entrance of the gate.
Graves: "This is the immediate future, step away from the gate."
"What?" Stepping up you stood beside Alejandro just as confused as he was. "You heard me." He shifted his attention to you.
"You're crazy, this is my base." Alejandro defended as he crossed his arms over his chest asserting his dominance.
Graves: "It's not a base, this is a sizable covert facility, and I admire it...so I'm taking it."
You felt a sudden gasp as you tried to step forward but we're stopped by Alejandro.
Graves: "You have been relieved of your duties, thank you for your service."
Alejandro: "No no no... I don't take orders from you."
Graves: "Didnt valeria say that? Now that makes me wonder what else I don't know about your affiliation with a drug lord."
Alejandro: what the fuck did you just say to me pendejo?"
Soap felt alarmed as he stepped forward trying to calm his fellow hermano. "You're out of line Graves."
Graves: don't do that....don't..do that, no one needs to get hurt here."
"Are you threatening us?" Ghost questioned feeling the uncertainty in Graves tone.
Graves: solider I don't make threats, I make guarantees, so let's not do this."
You sighed in ultimate despair, "I'm calling shepherd." You noted as your began to walk back towards the truck, but Graves had other plans.
Graves: General Shepard sends his regards, told me y'all wouldn't take this well."
Ghost interjected, "he knows about this?" He grew skeptical about the true motives of the mission.
Graves: he put me in command of this operation from here on out. So y'all need to stand down, it's time for the pros to finish this...and why the hell we talking like this is some kind is negotiation? It's not, I've got my orders and now you have yours."
Alejandro: and who the fuck do you think you are cabrón? My men are inside!!"
"Alejandro calm down." You moved your hand to stop him as he grew impatient. "I'm afraid not."
"What?" You spin your head towards Graves as he bit at his lip.
Graves: your men have been....detained."
Alejandro shoves you aside as he urges toward Graves but is shoved back by a shadow as he tied Alejandro's hands.
"Untie me." Alejandro struggled as he tried to strangle the shadow ultimately failing as he was knocked out. In defense you swung towards Graves, his hand reflected yours as you used your opposing hands to redirect his attention. He parried your attack, locking your arms, he sent a firm kick to your abdomen as one of his men hit you across the face knocking you unconscious.
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Call of duty imagines
FanfictionThis is just me projecting my daddy issues. Disclaimer: I haven't played the games in a while nor even started playing MW2 so..I'll probably take some time to refresh my memory of these characters lol.
