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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 𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐲-𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫 ╰──────────╯
"Let's enjoy our handiwork, sergeant." Poppy flicked her earnest gaze from Soap to Graves. The conceited Shadow leader had a thrilling broad grin on his face as he walked around MacTavish. The commander was evidently elated that they had successfully changed the target of the ballistic missile. "Here we go. All stations—prepare for the boom!"
Alpha Team had expeditiously made their way to the cargo ship. They had arrived in such a rush that they used the rusty ramp at the back of the vessel to get on the soaking platform quicker. They all actively retaliated against the cartel and AQ guards who had started firing at them from the bridge.
They had to stay cautiously attentive to the heavy lurid containers that were sliding back and forth across the wet floor. When the vicious waves crashed against the exterior of the cargo ship walls, it caused the ship to lean to one side. If they weren't keeping a careful eye on the moving containers, there was the possibility of being crushed to death.
Thankfully, no one had been.
They had weaved and slithered around containers and eliminated any armed enemies in their way. When they reached the bridge and climbed up the slippery steps, they had to blow the metal door open to gain entry and slip through.
They had cleared long hallways and rooms before arriving at the controls to disarm the missile. Only they couldn't disarm it, it was too late. The missile was already in boost phase which meant it was close to launching into the air.
They had little time and the only thing they could do was listen to General Shepherd's command to detonate it. The missile had been targeted for New Orleans but Graves guided Soap along on how to work the U.S. missile controls while he changed the target to the oil rig instead.
Lieutenant Riley had told everyone on the oil rig to vacate the area as they only had a minute before the explosive missile struck the stygian rig and obliterated it to shreds.
Shifting on her feet, Poppy's boots scuffed quietly against the floor as she adjusted her semi-automatic rifle to her side. The weapon hung loosely by her hip as she stared out the drizzling window. Her arms had gone somnolent from cradling the weapon to her kevlar vested chest. It felt good to slightly stretch her arms and relax them by her sides.
There was no need for her to be holding her firearm in her grasp at this very moment. There were no current threats looming around corners waiting for the perfect time to jump out. The cargo ship was entirely clear of armed hostiles.
