𝕆𝕟𝕖 𝕠𝕗 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕞 || A Call of Duty OC Story ||

13 Agent Keller

"Agent Keller... we would like to introduce you to Ghost...your work partner for this mission," your superior said. Grace didn't look up from her computer; instead, she nodded, "that's fine and dandy, sir."

"Keller, is that right?" Ghost stated, looking over at Grace. Once she heard his voice she froze and turned around, standing there was an intimidating man in a skull mask. He glared at the woman and she stood up from her chair.

"Oh my god.... I didn't think he was serious..." she laughed a bit, in shock at the sight in front of her. Ghost stayed silent as she walked up to him and stretched her hand out, "well...it's good to meet you Lieutenant Riley..."

"Ghost, don't call me anything but Ghost," Ghost replied, walking past her and over to her computer. "Give me the intel so I can get my ass out of here," He rudely stated.

Grace rolled her eyes and sat back in her chair, she typed into her computer before helping Ghost to find some encrypted files.

Once she printed them out. Grace stood up and handed the files to Ghost. "This is it? Agent?" Ghost questioned.

"Yes sir, it is..." Grace began, she began walking to the door before pausing and looking back at the masked man, "oh and my name is Grace Keller... not agent," she grinned, earning a small scoff from Ghost.

The man followed her out towards the helicopter to fly to where their first mission was located, "how 'bout I call you Gracie, then?" The British man asked, earning a laugh from Grace.

"That works too."

The scene faded into a new one, this time a much scarier scene... something Grace didn't want to remember...

The sounds and sights of the explosions caused Grace to celebrate, the factory had been destroyed and Barkov was killed.

"Great work out there, Echo 3-1!" She smiled as she spoke into her radio, calling out to her brother. Grace waited for a response but didn't receive one.

"Echo 3-1?" She questioned, she began to catch her breath as she looked back at the factory from over the hill. "Alex," she spoke....but received no response...

She stood their and waited for the others, once her squad all met up again she looked around for Alex but couldn't find him anywhere.

Then it happened.

Farah made eye contact with her and began to approach, "Grace Keller," she spoke. Grace turned her head and met Farah's gaze, "Farah, have you seen my-"

"Alex sacrificed himself in there," Farah said, cutting Grace's sentence off.

She froze, not knowing what to do. "W-What?" She questioned, a feeling of dread washed over her as Farah held back a few tears.

Grace was frozen, her vision began to get blurry as she looked at the burning factory. She stumbled around for a bit, desperately looking for her brother in the crowd.

Gaz caught sight of her and began to follow her, "Grace!" He called out. She eventually reached the outskirts of where the group was and fell to her ground.

She let out a sob into the ground. Gaz got down on his knees and held her hand, he watched her cry and scream at the loss of her brother.

The ride back wasn't easy.

She went to her office and began to clear out anything that belonged to Alex for her own protection. If bad people could track things like his phone then they could easily find and hurt Grace.

It hurt to look through all of their memories. She sat in her chair and slowly pulled out a photo of the two of them while on a vacation years ago, she slowly put the photo in a bag as she continued her search

Her eyes were swollen with tears until she heard foot steps from behind her, a part of her wished that maybe it was her brother...maybe they were wrong and maybe he wasn't M.I.A and instead coming to see her and criticize her how messy her desk was.

"Gracie?" The deep, British voice called out. Grace turned around and met eyes with Ghost.

"What are you doing here?" She asked, wiping a tear from her eye with her sweater sleeve. "I came to get a file from your desk about my next mission," Ghost stated.

Grace looked through her pile of paper work and handed him the file, he looked at her carefully before doing something he had never done before....

He walked over and put his hand on her shoulder, something he never did was show affection, especially towards Grace.

Grace stood up and turned around, throwing her arms around Ghost and crying against his black sweatshirt, the man tensed up severely and flinched as she did so. She sobbed as he slowly began to relax and pat her back.

"Im sorry," he said softly. She didn't know what else to do...so she sat there and cried in her friends arms.

~~~~~

"Ey, despierta," Valeria said. Grace's eyes opened as she realized she was tied to a chair once more...but this time not in the basement.

"Where am I?" She questioned, Valeria stared at Grace as she squinted to look back at Valeria. "You're in El Sin Nombre's room of work..." Valeria replied.

"I don't remember anyone bringing me here..." Grace said softly, not recalling the events of tonight. "They knocked you out and brought you to me... your little friend was not happy about that..." Valeria chuckled to herself.

Grace looked around the room as she began to blink a few times, trying to get her eyes to focus. "Do you speak Spanish?" Valeria asked.

"Yes, I do," Grace replied, looking back at Valeria with a look of annoyance. "Listen, Puta... what do you want from me?" Grace questioned, calling Valeria a demeaning word as the woman scoffed.

Valeria walked over and grabbed Grace by the face, she pointed a gun at her temple, "you wanted to meet El Sin Nombre, huh? Well you've met her..." Valeria aggressively said to Grace, causing her to stare directly into the eyes of her captor.