The two men kicked the back of Grace's legs as she fell to the floor beside Soap. She grunted in pain as her knees hit the floor, the men grabbed her glasses and tossed them to the side. The men put black bags over their heads. They made a comment about Grace which she scoffed at, Soap had no idea what they said.
The walk to the elevator was quickly paced. The two men shoved Soap in and pushed Grace in, who's head hit the wall with a thud. "Watch it, ass!" She shouted as the elevator door closed.
She felt a hand pull the bag off of her head and looked up to see Alejandro in one of their masks. "Hermanos..." Alejandro greeted. "Alejandro? How did you..." Soap questioned.
"No time, listen, give them good intel in there. Don't lie, tell them everything they want to know or you both will be killed," Alejandro said to the both of them.
Grace nodded a bit, she couldn't see at all due to the loss of her glasses. "Tell them...everything?" Grace questioned. Alejandro nodded, "everything...Mexican Special Forces, American PMCs, Shadow Company, Phillip Graves, All truth..." Alejandro stated.
"Even your name?" Soap asked, but was interrupted by the elevator opening. Standing there was a bald man with a beard, he spoke some Spanish and Grace tried to squint to see the man.
"You got a name, Hawk?" The man asked. "They call me Soap," Soap replied. The man laughed and looked at Soap in his eyes, "what the fuck kind of name is Soap?"
"What about you?" He asked, directing his attention towards Grace. "Grace..." she simply said. The man looked her up and down, focusing on her tight t-shirt she had on. Soap glared at the man.
"Let's go," he said simply.
"We want to see El Sin Nombre," Soap announced. The man mumbled something in Spanish before grabbing Soap, "you're only alive because you might have some information...and it better be good or else I'm gonna scalp that 'hawk right off your fucking head." He grinned, the man looked back over at Grace. "And I'll make sure your lady friend here never gets to see you again," he grinned at Grace as she stood behind Soap, avoiding eye contact with the man.
"Now...get the fuck out of my elevator!" He shouted, Soap and Grace followed the man down the hallway, Soap made sure she was kept close.
"You do not speak until you are spoken to...oh and...tell the fucking truth," the man said, turning around to look at them at the last part.
"Or what?" Grace challenged. The man chuckled, "if you lie... I'll feed you to my dogs..." the man replied. Grace almost laughed at the threat. It was a weak threat to say the least.
As they continue down the hallway her and Soap witnessed the man (now known as Diego), beat a man who was using the drugs they were selling.
She watched as Diego stomped him and caused him to almost get knocked out; right as she was about to open her mouth Soap looked at her, "don't say a word," he whispered.
Diego looked back at Soap and Grace, "Las Almas is at war...you want to win? Don't disobey." As they continued to walk they approached a door, "is El Sin Nombre down here?" Grace asked. Diego paused and faced the two of them, "no, Sin Nombre's personal sicaria is."
As the door opened Soap and Grace walked into the room, only to be met with three men tied in a chair and a woman standing near them.
The woman was tall, she had black hair, and had a gun in her hands. She looked at both Soap and Grace before pushing two of the three people from their seats. "Sit down," she commanded.
Grace sat the seat closest to her, she looked around to see another man sitting in a seat. Grace listened in as they made fun of Soap's name, "that woman there is blind," Diego added in.
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𝕆𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞 || A Call of Duty OC Story ||
FanfictionCharlie Cunningham is the product of a sad marriage, her father was a Hunter but was rarely in her life and her mother was a store clerk living in Manchester, England. She suffered years of neglect from her parents and raised three of her younger si...
