stern · dry humor · task force 141 · call of duty · latina · combat gear · smartass · bilingual · tactical · cold exterior
The hospital room hummed with fluorescent light, the antiseptic smell thick in the air. Soap leaned against the wall, Price beside him, Alejandro near the door, Ghost a shadow in the corner. Valeria lay in the bed, her words slurred from anesthetics, babbling nonsense. Then her eyes snapped into focus, sharp even through the haze. She tried to sit up, the IV tugging. "Where's... you?" she mumbled, her voice cracking. No one answered. The silence stretched, heavy with what they hadn't told her.