═══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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Warning: Detailed graphic violence.
╭──────────╮ 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲-𝐎𝐧𝐞 ╰──────────╯
"Here, hermana."
Poppy painfully exhaled a breath from her lips as she turned on her feet to face Alejandro. Outstretching his gloved hand to the sergeant, he planted a recently sharpened throwing knife in her smooth palm. The metal was cool against her warm skin as she tightened her hand around the handle and inspected it for a minuscule second.
It was one of Simon's throwing knives.
The colonel had burst into the room with a masked Soap by his side to see Dargie wielding no weapon. He may have not given her a firearm as he didn't have a spare one on him but he had the throwing knife the lieutenant had given him to hand to her.
Poppy was an expert markswoman in her field of work like many others but she was also trained in close proximity hand-to-hand combat. If you asked her, she would say she was just decent at fighting up close but she wasn't one hundred per cent adept at it.
Practice makes perfect, was what she told herself.
She could take a fully grown man or woman down if she had to. She just had to be thoughtful about her own movements and her enemies. She tried not to be predictable and if she succeeded in that department, she could deliver punches and kicks to vulnerable places on the human body.
It was seldom for Poppy to fight with just her body and no gun. She was accustomed to firing semi-automatic rifles and pistols. She hadn't been in a situation for a long time where she had to use just her fists and legs, but now she presently was. She was going to have to use her hands, legs, feet and the knife she had been given until she could get hold of a gun.
"Thank you," she said appreciatively.
Hearing approaching footsteps coming towards the room, she tightened her grip on the handle of the knife and waited by the double doors. Her gaze snapped to the floor to see the shadow of a cartel guard coming into the room she was in.
Inhaling a breath, she jumped out and grabbed his wrist that held onto his handgun. Forcing the weapon to face another direction, she lifted the knife and aggressively slammed the sharp blade into his trachea.
He dropped his gun to the floor with an audible clatter as he locked eyes with the sergeant. The guard's onyx pupils widened at the sudden piercing agony that had punctured him. Keeping his eyes locked with the green-eyed woman, he stumbled backwards, choking. His movements forced her to follow as she witnessed him choke on his own blood.
