Call of Duty Modern Warfare II: Oneshots

Alejandro Vargas: You get mad? Pt 2

A/n: so I'm typing this one my phone, normally I write on my computer but I thought I would do it on my phone this time.

<<<<< means going back to the past and >>>> means back into the present. I got this idea from a book I'm reading. It's called Red Rooms, it's a Simon Riley x reader. Y'all should read it.

Anyways, this leaves off on Y/n getting pissed at the world and slapping Alejandro in the face. Enjoy :D
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                    Y/N         LAST TIME

"OF COURSE I GET FUCKING MAD! I HAVE EMOTIONS!" Then going into my room. This is fucking stupid! The bastard thinks I don't get mad, that's it.

I am never gonna help anyone. They don't help me, why help them? FUCK THEM!!! UGHHHHH

With that I grabbed a random picture frame and slammed it onto the floor.

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                         Y/N        NOW

It took me a second to realize what I did. Groaning I started to pick up the loose glass, being careful to not cut my fingers.

I got up to throw away the now broken glass in the trash bin. Placing the glass carefully in the bag, I went over and picked up the picture frame.

It was a picture of me and my family. I looked at my father in the picture...not smiling, my mother? Not smiling, my siblings? Not smiling. I was the only one who was smiling.

Why is that kind of messed up? It's a family picture, aren't you supposed to smile? I was the only one who looked happy, and I looked out of place.

The picture was taken on my birthday, but since my parents didn't like to celebrate anything, it was a never day for us. But I couldn't help but be happy, that was the day I got a friend at school.

I smiled at the memory, i miss them. They had to move in high school because of their parents but, it's okay. Life happens.

<<<<<<< In the past.

I think I was 8 and I was turning 9. It was a normal day in our household.

My mommy and daddy don't like to celebrate events or holidays. They say it's just a day, why do people celebrate little things. But I secretly loved my birthday.

At school, the teachers say happy birthday and just make you feel special. I never told my parents because they would go to the school and it wouldn't be pretty.

So it was my little secret. I had gotten up that day, to start my day. I walked to the bathroom to brush my teeth and headed down stairs to eat some breakfast.

I walked into the kitchen and I seen my siblings and parents. My mommy was making breakfast, my daddy was reading the newspaper, and my siblings were just sitting there reading books.

My parents never let us do anything fun. Just read books, I know some people find that fun, but not like fun books. Like homework books.

Sighing softly, I walked over to the table "Good morning father." I bowed a little. He always made us do this. But only to him, no one else.

He looked down at me and groaned. "Can't you see that I'm reading the paper?" I straighten up "I'm sorry father."

He rolled up the paper and hit my head, trying hard not to flitch. If we do, he'll hit harder. "Be quiet, and go sit down." As he unrolled the paper and flipped to the page he was reading on.

Nodding, I went to sit down next to my brother. It went George, then to my other brother, Philip, and then me. I knew that they didn't really like me as much but that's okay. I always think it's because of father.

He was always so hard on us. He would say that 'I don't want to raise a bunch of hippie, no good, brats.' Which I don't mind hippies, they seem so nice.

But again, I can't tell him that. I don't want to get hit again. Sitting silently on the chair, my mommy was finished cooking. She didn't really like me either. She was even harder on me because I was the only girl.

She would tell me to sit up straight, don't ever talk back to men, and blah blah blah.

She turned around, I straighten up to aplease her. She just looked at me. She started to pass out plates. First my father, than George, then Philip, then me, and then herself.

In this household, men always ate first. Men this, men that. You know, toxic stuff.

After breakfast, I went back upstairs to get dressed and to get my backpack. I walked back downstairs and I seen my brother's waiting on me, we all walked to the bus stop.

"Hey kid, happy birthday." I look up and seen Philip put his hand on my shoulder. I smiled softly and nodded.

George just looked at us and nodded in silence. That was his way to say happy birthday. We all say happy birthday to each when we weren't in the house.

We wait for a few and the bus showed up. We get on and I spot an empty seat. Nice.

I sit down and place my bag into the empty place next to me. I didn't have friends. Not that I was shy, but it's because my mommy always said that friends bring you down.

I spaced out and looked outside of the window. I wish that one day, that my parents will say happy birthday to me. Just once and I would be happy.

"Uh, excuse me-" I look up and I seen this boy around my age. "Yeah?"

He pointed at the empty seat, "Can I sit here?" I nodded and moved my bag.

"Thanks" I nodded again.

"Hey, I'm Ash. Well my full name is Ashley but I like ash better." I look at him..Why is his name Ashley? Isn't that a girl name?

"I know what you are thinking. Yes it is a girl name but, my parents wanted a girl and when I was born I was a boy and they just kept it. Freaking Hippies, I'm just glad they didn't name me like Mister Raining Blue or something."

I smiled and laughed a little. "Well Hi Ash, I'm Y/n." He smiled back at me.

                           Present >>>>>>>
My ears perked up as I hear a little knock on my door. I only know two people who knock that softly....What? You don't know peoples knocks or footsteps?

It was either Johnny, coming in here like nothing happened and just start talking to me or it was-

"Y/n? Can I come in?" It was Ghost, I knew it.

Sighing, I get up with my sad excuse of a family portrait in hand. I open the door with my other hand.

"What?" I said more with an attitude than I wanted too. He just raised an eyebrow.

"Okay, I'm gonna just ignore that-" raising his hand up dramatically and waved it over my face "but we have to leave. Price got called in, they think they found a base of 'El Sin Nombre'. Shit might go down, so we need you to come with."

I nodded, and placed my family picture onto my dressed

"Let's get this over with."

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A/n: Hiiii, so this might go into a couple of parts. I kind of like writing in parts and not write in one sitting. It's very tiring. I might update this again today, but I'm not sure yet.

Anyways I hope you enjoyed and I will see you when I see you :)