═══𝗥𝗲𝗱𝗮𝗺𝗮𝗻𝗰𝘆 ;
𝐀𝐧 𝐚𝐜𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞
𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮. 💚
𝗖𝗢𝗗: MW2 2022
Oc female x Simon Riley!
Started: 1st November 2022
Completed: 27th January 2023
Edited: 5th October, 2025
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╭──────────╮ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲-𝐍𝐢𝐧𝐞 ╰──────────╯
"El Sin Nombre's down here?"
Poppy craned her head slowly to the side to glance over her clad shoulder blade. Her eyes landed on the supine injured cartel guard who had been ruthlessly beaten by the cartel guide who was named Diego. His bottom lip had been split open while blood left the inside of his mouth from Diego's fist, causing a mist of blood to splatter the wooden floor beneath his body.
The guard had been punished for disobeying the cartel lieutenant and snorting pure cocaine on the job when he should have been working.
The tattooed man said he had been up for multiple days with no sleep and he needed something to keep him up. Only Diego physically assaulted him and callously said that the pain he was feeling now would keep him wide awake.
She had mentally grimaced every time the cartel lieutenant punched the guard. She noticed he had intended to leave lacerations that exposed his flesh and made blood pour. He had purposely punched him hard enough so he sustained painful contusions over his skin.
Turning her head forward, the sergeant focused on what was going on in front of her. She had heard Soap's curious words and stared right at Diego who came to a halt in front of a dark oak door. His back was faced towards them but at the sound of MacTavish's voice, he turned to glance between them both.
"No..." Diego sighed with a faint smirk. "Sin Nombre's personal sicaria is."
Sicaria? Dargie visibly frowned in thought.
She went over everything she had been told by Alejandro and Commander Graves and there was no mention of El Sin Nombre having a personal hitwoman.
Of course, she and Soap had been informed that the cartel boss had a right-hand man who was none other than Diego himself, but they had only just discovered El Sin Nombre had a hitwoman.
Diego didn't elaborate any further on what he told them both.
He turned his back to both soldiers, outstretching his hand to the door handle. Twisting the handle, he pushed the door open, inducing the metal hinges to produce a long annoying squeak.
When the whole room was displayed in front of their eyes, Poppy darted her gaze to the four chairs that were placed in a circle in the center of the lustreless room. Recognizable soldiers from the Mexican army were tied to the chairs and were noticeably struggling.
