Call Of Duty x Reader ||Open Requests||

Valeria x Reader (Angst)

You step out of the bar that you'd stumbled into hours ago. You'd been there most of the night and had drank your thoughts away. It wasn't enough but you thought that if you continued, it would work. 

The image of her flashes in your mind again and you shake your head to try to lose the memory of her. You want more than anything to never think of her again. 

You walk miserably down the street, the events from the night before running through your head like an endless loop. The feel of her hands in yours, the feeling of your heart swelling with happiness as you looked into her eyes.

Then your heart sinking, your mind breaking and your smile fading all together. 

She'd wanted to tell you for so long but you never gave her the chance to and now that she had the chance - she took it - and the two of you bore the consequences. You let her stay with you one last night but by morning you were gone. 

As you stalk down the street back towards your apartment, you can only hope that she won't still be there. The only thing that would hurt you even more than the news she gave you last night would be for her to still be in your bed pretending that this was all fine. 

That you would continue to harbor the enemy in your bed. 

Continue to let her be your happiness and tear you apart in the process.

The echoes of your footsteps on the pavement mirrored the persistent thoughts that echoed in your mind. Each step felt like a reluctant march, a journey through the shadows of regret and heartache. The night had cast a somber hue over your spirit, and you found yourself trapped in a labyrinth of emotions, unsure of how to navigate the maze of your own feelings.

The world around you seemed to blur, the streetlights casting long shadows that danced alongside your inner turmoil. You couldn't escape the replay of events, each scene etched vividly in your memory like a painful filmstrip. The air hung heavy with the weight of unshed tears, creating an atmosphere of melancholy that enveloped you like a shroud.

You had just settled into your apartment, the familiar comfort of the space wrapping around you like a warm embrace. The doorbell rang, and when you opened it, Valeria stood before you, a radiant smile on her face. You'd come to love her in ways that you could never describe to someone in words. You study her face for only a quick moment before you step out of the way to allow her in. "Come in, love."

"Hey, you!" She said, her eyes lighting up with excitement as she pulled you into a tight hug. You giggle a little as she holds you close, "¡Qué bueno verte de nuevo!" (So good to see you again!)

You returned the hug, holding her just as tight, feeling a sense of warmth at her presence. You hadn't seen her for a few days. She'd told you she had work to do and you normally waited for her for weeks at a time. It depended on the job that she picked up - she told you she was a freelancer that took the highest paying jobs that her staffing company recommended. 

"Hola, Valeria. It's been too long. What brings you here?"

Valeria's enthusiasm was tempered by a hint of nervousness as she took a step back, holding your hands. You furrow your brow as she does so, rubbing her thumbs across your knuckles. You tilt your head and wait for her to explain what's going on.

"There's something I need to tell you, and I don't know how to say it without it sounding... complicado." (complicated)

Your curiosity turned to concern. "Complicado? Valeria, you can tell me anything. What's going on?"

She took a deep breath, her eyes searching yours in hopes that you'll be understanding and not take this too far out of context. "You know how I've always been a bit... secretive... about my job? Well, there's a reason for that. I work for KorTac." A pause hung in the air, the weight of her words sinking in. "I-I'm part of them."

Your eyes widened with surprise and a touch of disbelief. "KorTac?! Why would you be a part of that? They're quite literally the definition of enemy, Valeria! You know they killed HALF of my team just a month ago... You... Were you there? Did YOU kill them? Because I was there! I watched them die and I held them in my-"

Valeria looked down, her hands trembling. "It's not as bad as it sounds. I'm scared of losing you because of this, but I can't keep it from you any longer. I love you too much." (Te quiero demasiado.)

"You love me? Yeah." You shake your head and drop her hands as you turn to walk away from her to take a breath and process the information she just dumped on you. 

As she spoke again, a mix of emotions played across her face, the struggle evident. "They want you to join us, to be part of something bigger. It's not what it seems, amor." (love)

You took another step away, processing the revelation. 

"Valeria, how can I trust you? You're asking me to join an organization you're a part of." You fight against the anger rising in your chest. "They KILLED my team, Valeria. Ghost - was my best friend. He's dead. Soap - was my mentor. He's DEAD. Because of your organization!"

She looked up, desperation in her eyes. "I believe we can change things from within. Together, podemos hacer una diferencia. I don't want to lose you, and I don't want to keep secrets anymore." (we can make a difference)

The room hung in silence for a moment, the weight of her confession lingering. Valeria waited, her gaze fixed on you, hoping beyond hope that you would understand.

"No." Your heart shatters as you say it but you know it's the right thing to say. "You have tonight to get your things together, you're leaving in the morning."

You wouldn't let her leave in the middle of the night, it's too dark and it's too late - you love her, she needs her sleep still.

With each passing moment, the ache in your chest intensified. It wasn't just the physical act of walking; it was a journey through the depths of your emotions. The city, once familiar and comforting, now felt like a cold and distant landscape, mirroring the emotional distance you were grappling with.

As you wiped away the traces of tears, you couldn't shake the sense of vulnerability that clung to you like a second skin. The night had left you exposed, stripped of the armor that had shielded your heart. The fear of encountering her again loomed over you like a dark cloud.

Shaking your head became a futile gesture, a feeble attempt to dislodge the persistent memories that clung to you. The events of the night before had left an indelible mark on your soul, and the journey you embarked on was not just a physical one but a quest to reconcile with the emotional aftermath.

((OOOOOF. Did I just hit mySELF in the feels? I barely know this chick but I just broke my own heart o.o thank NoahSaliah_belieber for that heart wrenching idea!))