Call of duty imagines

Valeria • [other side]

Gender neutral reader.
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It had been a month since I last saw Valeria. Each letter got shorter and her words felt short of love and affection. I knew that deep down she cared for me, and yet, I could never feel it.

From afar I could see Valeria standing along the dock. Her hand on her hip as she yelled violently into the phone, her voice horse and loud. The echo of her strong accent pushed past me, her words were threatening.

"Twenty four hours, no more." She said, her phone line cut short as she hung up. Her head hanging low as she muttered profanities to herself.

I chuckled to myself, she was always frustrated at something or someone, a token to know that she had a soft spot for me. Slowly my feet dragged along the wooden dock, my words seized to exist as I could only choke back my words. I wanted to see her, to feel her in my arms again.

As I approached her, my lips slowly opened to greet her, but my fate had reached her before I could.

Her hand held a gun, through her instinctive reaction she had it pointed at me.

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"V-Valeria?"

There was a moment of realization, then regret, then anger. The uncontrollable need to avenge, to kill to make up for the sins.

You gasped, your hand reach up to your chest pressing against the warmth of the wound. The harsh sputter of the blood dripping between your fingers, as your eyes looked up at her in shock. Your feet staggered backwards as you had realized what just happened, legs numb as you felt yourself slowly fall. Valeria's eyes watched in horror as your body fell. Her gun dropping at the deafening sound of your body hitting the floor.

She had shot you.

Valeria's blood ran cold, her face pale of emotions as she watched your body fall cold against the ground.

She couldn't move, her feet glued to the ground before her. Almost as if she would begin to drown in quicksand, her own breath choking her. Her lips moved, but no audible sound came out, her eyes, shaking violently between you and the gun beside you.

"A-a-amore." She finally coughed up. Her hands shook of fear as she collapsed to her knees.

Valeria fell onto all fours as she crawled over toward your limp body. Blood, sweat, even tears evident on your cold face. She gulped as gently, she cradled your face in her shaky hands. Unsure of what to do, Valeria caressed you. Her thumb rubbing the boney frame of your face, the hairs trickled against each swipe of her finger. She couldn't muster up tears, yet she mourned.

"W-what have I-I done?" Her mind ran blank of all possibilities as to what she could've done to change the outcome. But none relevant to bringing you back.

She scooped you up gently and held you in her arms. Like a mother to her newborn. Yet you were far from the comfort of a mother.

Valeria pressed her forehead against yours, her eyes shut tightly as she tried to imagine anything but your wounded body in her arms. She wasn't sure what went though her mind. What made her reach for her gun, what made her pull the trigger. So many questions but none could be answered.

"I-I'm sorry." You managed to choke up, your throat burning from the air that you struggled to retain. "No no please, don't apologize." She whispered, her hand moved to your chest pushing down on the wound trying to keep you from bleeding out.

"I-I was scared you didn't love me anymore." Your words pierced a hole through her chest, a hole much deeper and painful than yours. She knew that no matter how hard she tried, her love life was just another business for her to attend. There was no convincing otherwise, or changing the way Valeria did things, no matter what, it was always business.

"I w-wanted to see you a-again to apologize for n-not being a good partner." Valeria shook her head, "y-you were my everything, you've always been a good partner." She sobbed out, her hand held your face trying to feel the warmth, to feel the love like that of a newly formed relationship. "That's good." You smiled, slowly your eyes shut, your hand loosened in her hand as she could feel you slip away.

"No! Please amore." She sobbed, but no matter what tears she shed, they were undeserving of your affection. Manically she shook back and forth, her arms holding you tighter each and very time. Her words of forgiveness repeating in the cold air, the humid smog of her breath against the bridge of your nose.

Eventually she'd cry, her lips trembling, eyes expressing the regret of her decisions.

Your other hand was clenched tightly around a small box in your pocket. Knuckles white from excitement, the feeling of getting on one knee and proposing to the woman you loved most. You were hopeful, but so hopeful that it had costed your life.

Her eyes shifted from your face to your hand, your fingers wrapped loosely around the box. She let out a laugh of disbelief and shock. Her hands took the box from yours, her fingers clasped tightly against the opening, she was hesitant but most of all regretful.

Opening the box she looked at the ring, the metal barring sat comfortably between the velvet cushions of the base. The large diamond reflecting the foreseeable future.

Taking the ring from the box, she held it up into the air, admiring the glow.

Such a small and fragile item, yet it held such importance. The symbolic value of eternal love and affection, a contract of union.

A commitment meant for two.

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The end...

a short chapter but honestly felt so good to write...not the best tbh but a good filler.