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tru || multi-fandom writer || HEART OF GLASS

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HEART OF GLASS (an OC x Ghost story)

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WORKING ON CHAPTER 2 AND REQUESTS, SCHOOL HAS BEEN A BITCH SO SORRY

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dawg I am finally posting chapter one. it's short chapter two will be longer, swear. 🙏🏼

The dripping of water hitting metal was annoying. The repetitive dripping. 

Drip.

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Drip.

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Drip.

Cassandra Azrea, Soldado of the Mexican Army sat there in a metal chair, cuffed to a table. Her curls were free, hair in desperate need of a wash from the hair gel, dirt, and grease that stuck to it. Frizzy, untamed mess. Her uniform was dirty. Just- disgusting. Muddy, bloody, grimey… 

“Cassandra, is it?”

Her brown eyes flicked up, through her lashes and brows. She looked at the taller man. Mexican, athletic, black hair, brown eyes covered by a pair of sunglasses. A huff passed her chapped lips. She then licked her lips. Not in a sensual way, not in a normal way, but an annoyed way. She was about to speak before the man grabbed a chair, sitting across the table from her. 

“Bite your tongue, soldado.” He sighed.

She looked away and laughed. She laughed? She was so–exhausted. So tired, so annoyed. She looked back at him, scoffing, chewing her inner cheek for a moment. “What’s it to you?” She asked, looking him up and down. “I’m here to talk.” The man said, removing his sunglasses, dropping them on the table, leaning back in the metal chair, manspreading a bit. “Cassandra-” “Abispa.” She interrupted. “Abispa.” The man repeated, leaning forward again, resting his arms on the table. “You have issues with authority, no?” He asked, a slight smirk on his face. She looked down, laughing. Contemptuous laughter. She looked back up at him. “What do you want?” She asked. “I want you on my team, Abispa.” He said looking at her. Dead into her eyes, reading her. She could act tough, put on a show, but those eyes showed nothing but a certain tinge of loneliness, a yearning for an end. “Why would I do that?” She asked, leaning back, handcuff chain clinking against the table as she copied his earlier posture. The lean back, manspread.

“Let me rephrase, Abispa.” The man shifted in his seat, wiping his face. He clicked his tongue, chuckling a bit. “You are joining my team. Los Vaqueros. In your case, Vaquera.” He stated with so much certainty. “Colonel Vargas, at your service.” The man, now known as Colonel Vargas said. Abispa’s eyes widened as she sat back up straight. “Don’t start. We both know your issue with authority, I don’t want fake respect.” He commented. “I don’t want fake respect, I want to earn your respect.” He said, tapping the table. “Why did you choose to go MIA? You compromised your mission, your life, and your job.” The Colonel asked. Abispa breathed out, looking away. He hit the table with a flat hand, and she quickly looked back at him. “The wall isn’t asking you the question, Cassandra.” He said. “I chose to disappear because I didn’t want to be here in the first place.” She answered, looking at him, his face. “Then why stay in the military?” He asked. “My contract.” She leaned back, chewing her inner cheek, nodding slowly. “The contract I didn’t sign.” She sighed. “You’re young, hardly 21. A whole life ahead of you. Why try to kill yourself on the field?” He asked. The silence was loud. 

Drip.

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Drip.

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Drip.

“I wasn’t trying to kill myself.” Abispa answered. “Seems like it.” The Colonel quipped, tilting his head a bit. “You don’t know a damn thing!” She stood up, metal chair hitting the ground with a loud clang, handcuff chain yanking the table towards her a bit. He didn’t flinch, standing up slowly. “Then tell me, Cassandra.” He said, calmly. She stared at him, eye twitching a bit, resisting the urge to tell him to fuck off. “You’re young blood. Easy to meld, easy to train. I’ll be here tomorrow, help you move your stuff out of your room. I’ll see you then, Vaquera.” He said, putting his sunglasses back on, turning to walk away. “Colonel Vargas.” Abispa called out. He stopped, looking over his shoulder. “I don’t even trust myself, what makes you trust me?” She asked, swallowing hard. He took a deep breath.

“I don’t know, soldado. There’s just something in your eyes.” 

And with that, he opened the door, walking out of the room, the door swinging shut behind him. She stood there, dumbfounded. Confused.

After being bailed out of, basically, military jail, Abispa was sitting on her bed,  fresh out of the shower, rubbing the red, bruised line around her wrist from the cuffs. She sighed, looking at her nightstand, and the family picture of her, her brother, her father, her mother, and a scratched out face stared back. She grabbed the framed picture, shoving it face down on her nightstand before leaning down, burying her face in her hands as her elbows dug into her thighs. “What the hell am I doing?” She asked herself, looking back up. She stood up, starting to put things into a duffle bag. She took her burner phone, a flip phone, out of her pocket and opened it. She snapped it in half, listening to the wires crackle with remaining electricity. Tossing it in the garbage, she finished putting clothes in her bag, before picking up the picture. The glass was now cracked. “Of fucking course…” She muttered, shoving it into her duffle bag. She zipped it up, setting it on her nightstand, and then laid on her bed. She rolled onto her back, staring at the ceiling. 

“God, momma. You’d hate how I turned out.”

The words left her mouth in a mumble. She was fighting tears at this point. “Keep it together, don’t you fucking cry, Cassandra.” She internally repeated. She blinked back the tears, a stray one rolling down the side of her head. She covered her eyes, pressing her lower palms onto her eyes, creating a pressured feeling. Her breathing was jagged, as she tried so desperately to keep it together. “Fuckin’ pathetic, aren’t you?” Her father’s voice echoed internally. She uncovered her eyes, dropping her hands to her sides again. She rolled onto her side, shutting off her lamp, deciding to try to get some sleep. She let out a huff, closing her eyes. The next morning sure would prove to be… interesting. 

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Who is Cassandra "Abispa" Azrea?

Glad you ask, my lovely reader. Abispa is my Call of Duty character, (along with Krait and Static). She is a firecracker with trust issues!

NAME: Cassandra “Abispa” Valentine Cerise Azrea

AGE(CURRENT, NOT IN STORY): 25

DATE OF BIRTH: April 23, 1998

APPEARANCE: Abispa is a Latina with fairly tanned skin, with a near hourglass figure, including her hip dips and a bit of stomach chub. Her hair is crimson red(unrealistic but whatever), her eyes are a honey brown. She has scars from past missions, and fights. She has well kept, slightly arched eyebrows, long eyelashes, a button-esk nose, and heart-shaped lips. Both her ears are double pierced, her septum is pierced, as well as her tongue. She doesn't wear the septum and tongue piercings as much since they were more teen rebellion than anything. 

PERSONALITY: Abispa is quick witted, as well as sassy. She is quick with comebacks, and very defensive. She’s easy to piss off, but even easier to make happy. She has parental issues, as well as childhood & teenage years of trauma. She trusts people too easily, and that’s her flaw. She trusts too easily, and the heartbreak hurts worse. With relationships, she falls harder than she should, and only really sees the good in the other person, not really taking any red flags into consideration; which is why she was abused throughout her teenage relationships. She becomes numb and reckless when upset. Aside from the negative aspects, she’s genuinely sweet when you get to know her, almost taking on a nurturing role to her friends. She loves to cook, and bake for people. She may be hard-headed and damn near suicidal with her job, but outside of missions, and the military, you’d think she was the sweetest most caring person you could meet. She loves easily, and is used to people not reciprocating. She’s mildly hyper-sexual due to her teenage traumas, but hardly ever acts upon it with other people anymore. She sees through lies very easily, and is VERY smart.

BACKSTORY: (N/A) FILE DELETED

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Ava Gardner in ONE TOUCH OF VENUS 1948 | William A. Seiter

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Do you believe in telepathy? SHADOW OF A DOUBT (1943) dir. Alfred Hitchcock

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THE SHOP AROUND THE CORNER (1940)

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Masterlist for the series "Heart of Glass", a slow burn romance between (OC) Cassandra "Abispa" Azrea and Simon "Ghost" Riley. <3

(UPDATED OVER TIME)

INTRODUCTION/WARNINGS FOR HEART OF GLASS

WHO IS CASSANDRA/ABISPA?

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CHAPTER ONE

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Heart of Glass (SOON!)

     Heart of Glass is a fanfiction series regarding my original character, Cassandra “Abispa” Azrea, and Call of Duty character, Simon “Ghost” Riley. The series will follow from the beginning, to the now of their relationship. Although this is a complex, slow burn type fanfiction, there are warnings I will throw in to begin every chapter, and here as well.

Cassandra or as you will get to know her, Abispa, has a plethora of problems that led her to being forced into the Mexican Army. She has her hefty load of trauma, and then some. I will list some trigger warnings for this fic below.

-suicide

-alcoholism

-mentions of trauma regarding sex

-drug abuse

-miscarrying a child

 These are only a handful of what will be mentioned in this fanfic. Please recognize that none of these actions listed above will be glorified, or praised upon! Abispa is a fictional character. Although I recognize a lot of her in me, she is not a self insert. Some of our traumas are the same, and whether that is a coping mechanism or not, I am unsure. Irregardless, this is a fanFICTION. Heavy on fiction.

As mentioned previously, this is a slowburn, complex, fanfiction. Both characters have a giant case load on their shoulders, and don’t particularly know how to love in the earlier stages. Abispa sees love is just attention, whether it be good or bad. Ghost doesn’t want to recognize love; it’s a weakness.

I don’t know what else to write here. So I will sign off lmao.

With love, 

Truly. <3

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Introduction!

୨୧┇Name: Truly/Tru

୨୧┇Nationality: Mexican

୨୧┇Gender: He/they

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╰─ - ̗̀✎ My Favorite...

୨୧┇Food: Up for debate, honestly.

୨୧┇Book: The Silent Patient by Alex Micahelides

୨୧┇Song: Theory of Consequence by Witchcraft

୨୧┇Show: Hannibal

୨୧┇Game: Call of Duty (the entire franchise)

୨୧┇Animal: Otters

My friend suggested I make a blog. I am a multi-fandom writer who may take requests in the future, but I will be focusing on my OC and Ghost's story! <3