"Really, Johnny? Did that sick bitch live as well? Keller was the first to hopefully go on my list, that bitch was always too much to handle." Graves insulted, it on made Soap angrier.
"You and your 'Mexicano' friends fucked with the wrong hombre, MacTavish." Graves continued as he did a shifty Spanish accent.
"Come on out and let's talk about it," Soap stated. His voice echoed within a fake house in the training grounds.
"You think this is a ducking game out here? You wanna play war? Let's play some fucking war, chicos!" Graves continued his shitty accent as he got angry.
Soap threw the C4 at the tank and it exploded, causing damage to the vehicle. "Go fuck yourself, Graves!" Soap said.
"You got a healthy disrespect for authority, Soap. I like that about you!" Graves said in an Smokey insane tone of voice.
"You're shepherd's lap dog! You get paid to break rules!" Soap countered back as Graves laughed.
"There's only two rules here, boys. Walk away or win. Guess which one I choose?" Graves laughs. "You should've gone home when you had the chance, Soap. You, that asshole in the mask, and that whiny little kid in uniform!" He continued.
"You wore that uniform! Charlie trusted you! She thought you would help us!" Soap shouted.
"That uniform was a limitation! I shed that skin!" Graves continued as Soap searched for more C4.
"Like a fuckin' snake." Soap mumbled as he shot at the tank with his pistol.
"Like a FUCKIN' soldier, son." Graves said with a harsh tone.
"Oh so you just had to make your own little army cause you couldn't hack in the real one!" Soap accused with hatred in his voice.
Graves laughed, an insulted laugh. "That's almost funny comin' from you. Then again, I remember my first rodeo, too," Graves continued, "you're on the short road to hell now, son. I told you to go home but you didn't listen."
"You'll hang for this..." Soap growled through his teeth as Graves became annoyed.
"Knock that honor shit off, Johnny. I'll be sipping tequila and forgetting where I buried your ass in a week. That goes all of you. Can you say the same?" Graves teased as Soap threw another C4, causing Graves to laugh even harder.
"Hey- rudolfo! Don't go thinking Los Uno, Quatro, Unos are su amigos. Cause they ain't Ellos no le gusta usted!" Graves mocked in shitty Spanish as Rodolfo scoffed.
Soap continued to search, he was badly injured from the tank but was still pushing forward.
"Your 'amigos' will drop Los Vaqueros like a bad fuckin' habit, brother. Comprende?" Graves taunted.
Soap felt his ankles give out as he fell to the floor with a loud scream...
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Charlie watched Soap and Rudy go over the wall only for her to run off with Ghost. It took a few minutes to actually find where the smoke from the helicopter was.
"Captain!" She shouted, calling out for Price as she stumbled upon the helicopter.
"Fuckin' Christ!" Price shouted as he tried to unbuckle himself. Ghost ran over and helped him out. "Lost a damn good cigar, too!" Price said in anger.
Charlie made sure the other pilot was alright before helping him out as well. "You alright, Cunningham?" Price asks while out of breath.
"Yes sir, I'm alright," Charlie smiled as she grabbed her gun. Her braid had fallen out of its style as her hair loosely was stranded around her shoulders.
"You've got a damn good eye... and strength, didn't expect that much from you." Price said once more as the girl nodded.
"She's picked up Johnny before, I wouldn't cross her," Ghost joked a bit as Charlie smiled.
She heard the loud boom of a tank and gasped. Then she heard something so gut wrenching she almost threw up.
Soap screaming.
"No...no. NO! NO! NO!" Charlie shouted as she took off running towards the wall.
"CHARLIE!" Ghost shouted, but it was too late. Charlie reloaded her gun as she got to the wall.
She didn't take long to grab some boxing crates and jump up to climb the wall.
On the floor laid Soap as he tried to get away from Graves' tank.
"Once I'm done with you, I'll go kill that masked freak and that little bitch, how about that, Johnny? I'm gonna put that fuckin' niña out of her misery!" Graves laughed.
"Adios, Johnny! Hasta la vista!" Graves shouted as he laughed in the tank, prepared to shoot Soap. Charlie ran up behind the tank, grabbing s C4 on the way.
"OI! GRAVES!" She shouted as Graves turned the Tank to face her.
"SUCK MY DICK, FUCKER!" She shouted as she threw the C4, this was the final straw as the tank exploded as the C4 landed against the tank.
Rodolfo ran over and helped Soap to stand up. "She killed him, Soap!" Rodolfo said as Soap stood. "Charlie!" Soap said as the young girl ran over to her friends.
Soap opened his arms and took her in them, hugging her tightly as Charlie ripped off her mask. She hugged Rodolfo as Soap spoke to Ghost.
"Soap to Ghost, I'm with Rudy and CharlieZ Graves is K.I.A. How's Price?" Soap asked as Ghost replied.
"Angry. Lost a good cigar in the crash... pilot is okay, too. Out." Ghost stated as he left to find them all.
Rudolph confirmed the secured base to Alejandro as Charlie stared st the massacre before her.
The tank was flipped upside down, the whole vehicle was encapsulated by black smoke and fire as she watched it burn.
"Charlie, let's go," Soap said as Charlie nodded slowly.
Before she began walking she spit at the fire, a last sign of disrespect to Graves as she walked away with both Rodolfo and Soap.
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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...
