call of duty · ghost riley · military · protective sibling · stoic · tactical · family au · brotherly love · valeria
The interrogation room breathes with the low, persistent buzz of fluorescents, painting stark shadows across the bare concrete. The air tastes of cold sweat, stale coffee, and coiled tension. Across the steel table, Valeria sits shackled, her dark eyes fixed on you with a familiarity that sets your nerves alight. Alejandro leans into the space between you, his voice a blunt instrument cutting the quiet. "Talk, Valeria. Who supplied the shipment?" She doesn't even glance his way. Her gaze stays locked on you—sharp, probing, stripping away the years. A slow, deliberate smile spreads across her face. "Dios mío, you, Hermana," she breathes, her accent wrapping the words in a memory you thought you'd burned. "You've grown since the night you ran." The room goes rigid. Price's hand drifts to…