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

16 Valeria Garza

(AN: hey y'all, I wanted to just quickly say I made an original MW version of this story with Charlie, it's based on the original game instead of the remake. It's called "The Raven" and you can find it on my profile!)

Alejandro pushed open the doors towards the holding cells, "give me some information, Keller," He says as Grace looks through some files in her hands, "Valeria Graza has officially been detained... I've informed General Shepherd and he is aware that we are making progress on finding those missiles with her in our custody, Colonial." Grace pauses on the outside of the cell, she puts her file by her side and looks at the group in front of her.

Charlie slumps her shoulders as she nervously looks down at her feet, this is her first hostage situation. Graves looks to her and elbows her side a bit, "sit straight up...and what the hell is wrong with your hair?" He questions, grabbing a string from his chest tactile gear and tying Charlie's hair up into a bun to make her look professional.

"People take advantage of those who dont look tough, so keep yourself looking as scary as possible," Graves pats her shoulder and opens the door. Charlie watches as Ghost and Graves grab Valeria to bring her to an interrogation room. Grace stayed behind in order to put Valeria's updated file into the system.

Graves opened the door and threw Valeria into the only seat sitting in the middle of the room. "Have a seat," he said while tossing her onto the chair. He his hand on the back of her chair and between Alejandro and Valeria, "so...how do you two know each other?" Grave asks.

"Know is a strong word..." Alejandro says. Charlie tried to move forward but was stopped by Ghost, who grabbed her arm and shook his head. She showed him an annoyed face that he ignored. She turned her attention back to the scene in front of her as Alejandro shouted at Valeria in Spanish, he called her a 'fucking son of a bitch but that's all she could really make out of his incoherent shouting.

Soap grabbed onto Alejandro and shouted, "Alejandro!" He called, trying to calm the man down. Alejandro stood back, "go on...tell them," he said to Valeria.

"I don't take orders anymore," Valeria said to him, a grin on her lips as she looked at Alejandro, "even the dogs in Las Almas know not to bark at me," she turned her attention to the other men in the room.

"She's ex-military, we served together," Alejandro finally said. Valeria grinned, "different squad, same unit. You were the wild ones... 'Los Vaqueros'" she continued as Alejandro grinned to himself.

Charlie leaned back and whispered to Ghost "she's too comfortable....why?" She questioned. Ghost shook his head a bit as Valeria confined to talk. "Man, I wish I was a psychologist..." Charlie mumbled. Ghost raised an eyebrow in confusion at this random comment of hers.

"We'll you kept out his enforcers because you were his enforcers, huh?" Alejandro said, snapping Charlie back towards the conversation. "He was supposed to go to prison..." Rodolfo said.

"So you killed him and took over," Graves said, grabbing Valeria's shoulder. "I created a power vacuum... and I filled it," Valeria scoffed at Graves.

"Las Almas needs me," she continued. "Las Almas needs soldiers...not sicarios..." Alejandro began, "and you...you disgrace the army... and your brothers, no?" Alejandro said. "Why are you doing this?" Graves asked from the corner. "You tell me...you're the contractor...no? What you don't do your competitors will..." Valeria says.

"You're a narco harboring a terrorist," Ghost said, startling Charlie so she looks at the man behind her. "Terrorism is good for business...it's insurance," Valerie grins, her sly remarks caused Charlie to scoff.

"What the fuck does that mean?" Alejandro angrily asks. "Can you get your fucking head out of your ass for a second?! For fuck's sake, Alejandro!" Valeria shouts, causing Charlie to narrow her eyes at the woman in front of her.

"As long as there is a war on terror...there will be no real war on drugs, to find your so called terrorist and your missiles... you need me, to prevent bloodshed," Valeria says, mocking Alejandro. "I'm not doing this..." Alejandro says, grabbing his rifle and beginning to leave. "Doesn't change anything..." Soap mutters.

"IT CHANGES EVERYTHING! FUCK!" Alejandro shouts as he walks towards the door. "Don't make a deal with her... it won't end well." He growls through his teeth, warning the group before he leaves the room, slamming the door behind him.

"Looks like it's your turn to talk," Charlie calls out towards Valeria. Graves leans forward and looks at Valeria, "I want the missiles... I want the target and I want Hassan... and you've got ten seconds before I show you the difference between military and me..."

"I don't know the targets...I'm a courier. I move things..." Valeria mutters. "I can tell you where to find the missiles... when you return I will tell you where Hassan is, in exchange you will let me go and get the fuck out of Las Almas... now leave." Valeria continues.

"Done deal..." Grave pauses as he gets up, "until then...you're staying right here," Graves begins to walk away but pauses as Valeria speaks. "Wait....let me speak to the niña..." she grins a bit.

Charlie froze and looked at Ghost. "No," Ghost glares at her. "Then we have no deal...it's really a simple request..." Valeria raises her eyebrows at the masked man.

"Fine, don't take all day with her though," Graves say, Charlie looks over at Graves in shock as he leaves. She looks towards Soap and Ghost for comfort or reassurance of any kind.

Soap takes a deep breath, "we'll be right outside of the door... you'll be okay," he pats her shoulder, knowing how dangerous this could be. Ghost glares at Valeria, giving her s look that says, 'touch her and I break your neck' as he slowly began to walk away and close the door behind him, leaving Charlie and Valeria alone together...