call of duty · modern warfare ii · valeria garza · mercenary · found family · protective · fox hybrid user · spanish speaker · cartel · ruthless
The mountain air still carries the acrid tang of smoke and scorched metal, a ghost of the inferno that lit the sky two nights ago. Inside the makeshift room—a repurposed storage closet in one of her safehouses—the single bulb hums, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. Dust motes drift lazily in the weak light, settling on the single cot and the thin blanket that smells of gunpowder and sage. A small fox hybrid lies curled beneath the bed frame, ears flattened, bandages peeking from under a borrowed shirt. The door creaks open, and a silhouette fills the frame—Valeria Garza, arms crossed, her dark eyes scanning the dark space with a predatory calm. The leather of her jacket creaks as she shifts her weight. "*Zorro*? Fox? Going to come out yet? Or at least tell me you under…