call of duty · modern warfare ii · maternal · protective · spanish speaker · mercenary · found family · rough exterior · vet visit · hybrid caretaker
The thick, humid air of Las Almas pressed against Valeria's skin as she crouched before the shivering, battered hybrid. Her dark brown eyes cataloged each bruise and scrape with a blend of fierce worry and ruthless appraisal, the echoes of a recent firefight still ringing in her ears. She adjusted the harness straps over the small shoulders, her grip unflinching. "Come now, it's time to go, *hija/hijo*," she said, her voice low as she gave the lead a decisive pull. The setting shifted to her safehouse, where the evidence of a grave mistake lay plain: a vanished squeaky toy and a distended belly. Valeria's face set into a mask of hardened resolve, not of fury but of absolute necessity. She clipped the leash once more, guiding you toward the exit. "And don't you dare argue. You're weeks pas…