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𝙸 𝚏𝚎𝚕𝚝 𝚊 𝙵𝚄𝙽𝙴𝚁𝙰𝙻, 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝙱𝚁𝙰𝙸𝙽, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘. 𝙺𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 - 𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 - 𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍, 𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚒𝚌𝚎, 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚍𝚛𝚞𝚖 - 𝚔𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 - 𝚋𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 - 𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚐𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚗𝚞𝚖𝚋 - 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝙸 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚝 𝚊 𝙱𝙾𝚇 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚔 𝚊𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜 𝚖𝚢 𝚂𝙾𝚄𝙻. 𝚆𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝙱𝙾𝙾𝚃𝚂 𝙾𝙵 𝙻𝙴𝙰𝙳, 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗, 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚎 - 𝚋𝚎𝚐𝚊𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚕. 𝙰𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙷𝙴𝙰𝚅𝙴𝙽𝚂 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊 𝙱𝙴𝙻𝙻, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚋𝚎𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚊𝚛, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎, 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚎, 𝚠𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚔𝚎𝚍, 𝚜𝚘𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚢, 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 - 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚊 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚒𝚗 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚘𝚗, 𝙱𝚁𝙾𝙺𝙴, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 - 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚝 𝚊 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍, 𝚊𝚝 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚙𝚕𝚞𝚗𝚐𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 - 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚗.

#𝚂𝙽𝙸𝙿𝙴𝙳𝙷𝙴𝙰𝚁𝚃: 𝚊𝚗 𝙸𝙽𝙳𝙴𝙿𝙴𝙽𝙳𝙴𝙽𝚃 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚂𝙴𝙼𝙸-𝚂𝙴𝙻𝙴𝙲𝚃𝙸𝚅𝙴 𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚋𝚕𝚘𝚐 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝙲𝙰𝙻𝙻 𝙾𝙵 𝙳𝚄𝚃𝚈 𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚎. 𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝙰𝚞𝚐𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝟸𝟶𝟸𝟹 𝚋𝚢 𝙹𝚆𝙾𝚆𝚆, 𝟸𝟻, ( 𝚜𝚑𝚎 / 𝚑𝚎𝚛 )

𝙴𝚇𝙿𝙻𝙾𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝙼𝙴𝚂 𝚂𝚄𝙲𝙷 𝙰𝚂: 𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚠𝚒𝚗, 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚜, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚐𝚎𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚕𝚒𝚏𝚎, 𝚏𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚎, 𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐, 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚎𝚜.

google doc. prompts. writings.

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hi.

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BLOOD STAINS BOTH THEIR NAMES AND THEIR HANDS, yet Simon can't help think that between him and Valentina (if heaven were as real as the hell on earth), she'd have a better shot at finding peace in the afterlife. He's not a religious man by a stretch, but if god's as fair as they claim, that better be the fucking case.

His dull eyes seem to carry some light in them when he meets her gaze, one of familiarity. That of an old friend's; recognition, perhaps. Loyalty, too, never loud and overbearing in its presence. But it is persistent, by the way she remains in his field of awareness during every joint-deployment.

Even if Ghost doesn't say it out loud. Ever. He barely speaks his mind.

Seeing as she's wrapped up her packing, Ghost pushes himself off the desk he's been half-leaning on. He rolls his neck, nearly ready to head out.

"Wheels up's in ten," he says, keeping her in his sight from over his shoulder. "...You speakin' to someone about it?"

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Given everything she's been through she it wouldn't be truthful if she said she believed in God. It's when a scalpel finds itself between gloved fingers, that moment, she becomes the fine line between life and death, in her comrades case it's when cold metal clings to his grasp. Life and death, it's their decision.

The Ten Commandments have now become a checklist. How many of them have they both checked off?

Every day is Judgement Day in their line of work.

Her supply bag is hastily thrown over her shoulder, a final glance around the room before Valentina starts heading towards the door. She ignores how quickly her heart beats, swallowing down harshly on shot nerves, no matter how many times she goes through this the build up is always the same.

❝ I've been doing all I can to push it down, ignore it. You know just as much as I do, the second you phrase something the wrong way they'll send you home as fast as they can. I'm needed here, I can deal with it on my own time, not the time they force on me. ❞

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I kept seeing videos of people using AI to make their ocs so I did it with Val, now I’m attached to these two images

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Thinking about how Val didn’t learn how to drive till she was 25

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I did not abandon my blogs I just got a new job

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" we could do this all night... " " that's what i'm afraid of. "

#DEADWAR ; independent / private / mutuals only & 19+ only. dual muse blog for : SIMON "GHOST" RILEY & JOHN "SOAP" MACTAVISH of call of duty. various media influences & headcanon based. low - medium activity. CHERISHED BY: RINA, 26, they / them.

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quick timeline for val since her doc still isn't done

February 14th, 1991: Valentina and Francesco are born to Lorenzo and Salma Rosario in Langone Hospital, New York, New York.

June 18th, 2008: Valentina graduates a year earlier from The Dalton School, ultimately causing a shift in her relationship with her brother, pitting him against her.

August 30th, 2008: Valentina starts studying at the Yale School of Medicine.

May 21st, 2012: Valentina graduates from Yale School of Medicine at the age of 21.

June 4th, 2012: Valentina starts her surgical residency at Langone Hospital. Due to her father being the chief of surgery she was able to get into the program easier than most.

June 3rd, 2013: Francesco starts his surgical residency at Langone, him and Valentina end up putting aside their issues and quickly become a team since they were fully aware their peers didn't like them.

September 2013: Valentina discovers that cardio isn't her calling but trauma surgery is. She starts spending more time working with Hunter Doyle, the head of the trauma department.

New Year's Eve, 2014: Salma gets into a fatal car accident while heading to the hospital after being paged. She later dies in surgery, the rest of the Rosario family watched it from the gallery. Having a hard time coping with her mother's death, Valentina decides to spend time with her family on her mother's side.

February 14th, 2015: Valentina decides that she wants to do something more with her life and after a long discussion she had with her uncle Alessio, she decides to follow his footsteps and enlist into the Marine Corp.

April 1st, 2015: Valentina gets shipped out for boot camp. This is where she first meets Joaquin. They end up becoming a sniper spotter duo.

Late June, 2015: Valentina graduates from boot camp, only Alessio and Francesco came to show support. Not even a week later, Valentina is shipped out to a base along the border of Yemen.

January 1st, 2016: Valentina, Joaquin, Kyle, Brandon, and Maria are sent out to another base. While traveling, they were ambushed by a terrorist group. Two of them were killed on the scene while Valentina, Joaquin, and Maria are taken hostage.

January 15th, 2016: Joaquin dies.

April 3rd, 2016: Valentina and Maria are finally found and recovered, most of their captives are killed.

April 6th, 2016: Valentina is sent to Landstuhl Regional Medical Center in Landstuhl, Germany to have her injuries treated.

April 11th, 2016: Valentina is transferred to Langone Hospital in New York due to her father's request.

April 28th, 2016: Valentina is discharged from Langone and is sent to her uncle's on the outskirts of Lake Placid, New York. Her uncle finds her a therapist that specializes in treating soldiers. Alessio also has her attend support groups with him.

May, 2016: Valentina learns how to drive and begins to work at Adirondack Medical Center, basically continuing where she left off in her residency.

June, 2016: After discussing it heavily with her uncle, Valentina decides to re-enlist. Alessio also opted to come out of retirement.

August, 2018: After working her ass off for two years, climbing through the ranks, and doing whatever she could to make herself stronger, Valentina finally becomes a MARSOC Raider.

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WAR IS INSIDIOUS, IT GETS HARDER to keep track of what you're fighting for the deeper you go. Who you're trying to save when shit gets muddy and the enemies stop being enemies but a number to achieve. A dehumanising statistic, records on reports and charts on paper. People might claim that they know what they're doing is justice, but it isn't always that way. Even the blind could see how fucked up things can get.

What's clear to someone might not be to another. Who's right, and who's wrong, Ghost isn't one to make the call, even as unspoken guilt eats at his insides.

"Nothing," he answers. "I try not to think about it."

At the end of the day, they're men. Some with families and others, with nothing to lose. Sometimes, they were your brothers-in-arm. Or the foulest piece of shit to ever grace to earth. And Ghost can't allow himself to dwell on the reasons why others kill to justify his own murders, not now, not ever. Not unless he wants to crash and burn under the weight of it all.

You start thinking about how bad a person is, you inevitably start wondering how good the others are.

He glances at the bag packed full of medical supplies, brown eyes darkened by the shadow of his mask. And then, he meets her gaze.

"That's how it gets you, Doc."

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It's not just the ❛ good fight ❜ anymore, it's more than that. Saying it was black and white wasn't the proper way to describe it. Valentina tries her best to not look into the other side of things, trying her best not to listen to the stories that fall from the enemies tongues when they're desperate for survival. Her way of justifying it was that she always served a quick death, almost always from a distance when she's put in that position. Believing she was better for it, she wasn't like the people that held her and her lost love captive.

Those were the only people she thought did not deserve the gift of a quick death. But it wasn't her call, she wasn't the one holding the gun.

Once more, she checks over the bag, going over what she had already thrown in there. Fully aware that many casualties were expected out in the field, the fact that she got thrown on last minute instead of someone below her suggested that.

Attention is pulled back to Ghost, her eyes locking with his own. His gaze was cold, dead almost, if she hadn't gotten used to him Valentina would find it unnerving. She'd be lying if she said she didn't enjoy not having to force herself into a better mood around him, she could always give him the facts, never had to beat around the bush or sugar coat things.

❝ Still find myself awake at night, but I can never see their faces, just how their bodies looked when I made the call. ❞

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la almas is the city that's going to haunt him for the rest of his life . the amount of bloodshed , the amount of emotional turmoil he's been put through , there's nothing to wipe that clean . unlike his other operations , he can't just move past this and carry on as if nothing happened ; as if someone who he thought was a very good friend didn't try to kill him in the end . he's bone-tired , every part of his body is screaming at him to rest and yet he can't , at least not completely .

his chest aches with something familiar yet not so much . he aches with betrayal , and aches with an intense set sadness that feels as if it's going to rip right through his ribcage . he's quiet the entire ride to medical , fearing if he opens his mouth right now that he's going to vomit again . it's just not a good day . as soon as they touch down , he's off without another word . he wants to be seen and be let go . he's fine . it's nothing he can't manage , but protocol says he has to be seen and so he does .

he doesn't expect to see valentina , and while it does give him a sense of security , it doesn't ease the sick feeling in the pit of his stomach . he sits down quietly , avoiding eye contact even as she begins working on the scrapes along his face . he continues to remain quiet for a few minutes , letting her work and turning his head as he needs to . his arm aches when he moves it and it only brings a reminder of what caused it , taking a deep breath and blinking away the start of fresh tears . he can't cry right now . not again . ' um... ' he pauses to clear his throat , swallowing before he speaks to lose any chance of his voice cracking . ' i got shot . my arm . if y' don't mind lookin' at it too . got cleaned up good , but s' better if ye do it . ' they can only do so much out in the field , and while ghost is pretty good at it , he can't exactly do all that needs to be done without the right equipment ; proper sterilization and whatnot .

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Once he begins to speak, hands are pulled from his face, the cuts dotted along his features weren't major, they'd heal without scarring as long as he didn't pick at them. Taking note on how his tone was slower, lower than usual, all it does is show her how tired he is. Still, Valentina refuses to ask questions that step outside his injuries at hand, not even concerned with what exactly happened that caused Soap to earn them.

Gently she takes hold of his arm, brows knitting together as she pulls back the gauze that Ghost had laid, revealing that there hadn't been an exit wound. Her head tilts so she could get a better look at it, thankfully the lieutenant had already pulled the bullet. Her grip on his arm is firm, but not overbearing as she holds it in place, her other hand hosts a pair of tweezers that are being used to pull free any grime from the wound. All the things the saline wouldn't get to.

❝ Might sting. ❞ She matches his volume, believing that bringing herself to his level would help keep him at ease. Saline is poured onto the wound, lightly she pats the excess away before getting ready to properly stitch it up. She makes quick work of it, trying her best not to pull on his skin too aggressively, but securing it. She takes a moment to admire her own work before wrapping it up with fresh gauze. Eyes scan over his form, taking note of any blood stains on his clothes, quickly tugging at fabric to make sure it was just stains and not another laceration. ❝ Do you want anything for the pain? ❞

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CRIME DRAMA ARCHETYPE AESTHETICS

# : bold what applies to your muse, italics for things that apply situationally and / or only in certain verses, strikethrough what never applies.

THE HERO

a small home full of medals // the scent of justice // the adrenaline rush before busting a crime scene // trusting in the team // sworn oaths // the city’s skyline from the roof of the police station // radio chatter // protecting those who can’t protect themselves // a last stand // crime scene tape

THE RULE BREAKER

a revolver resting in the drawer // the taste of cheap whiskey // constant reminders of past mistakes // a shadowy figure in the alley // being known in every bar // a fight in the backroom // blood on leather gloves // your name whispered in the underworld // broken laws for the greater good // an act of defiance against the system

THE ODDBALL

a drawer full of candy wrappers // an unexpected knack for solving cases // a fascination with the improbable // the comfort in eccentricity // midnight oil burning for a case // chaotic notes leading to the truth // a genius in their own world // the thrill of a new challenge // the final piece of the puzzle falling into place // a colorful scarf among the grey suits

THE BAD TEMPERED

worn out gloves from punching the bag // a growl in the voice // a reputation that precedes you // a fist through the wall // harsh words with a caring undertone // a cigarette burning in the ashtray // the anger that fuels everything // a grudge held too long // begrudging respect from colleagues // an unexpected show of loyalty

THE MOURNING

working late nights // a plan that doesn’t include going home // being unable to return to the way things once were // a whiskey bottle in the bottom drawer // the cold touch of a gravestone // silence in a room once filled with laughter // old photographs gathering dust // the echo of a voice no longer there // a past that refuses to be forgotten // knowing that nobody knows what to say

THE WORLD WEARY

a flask of strong coffee // a siren in the distance // the familiar smell of gunpowder // a smoker’s cough // secrets buried deep // a sigh of frustration // a heavy sense of cynicism // crime scene photos that haunt dreams // a stare that has seen too much // a cold case reopened

THE DOCTOR

the sharp smell of chemicals // a doctor’s coat stained with blood // hands that have tried to mend too many // the solemn silence of the dead // the precision in every movement // the precise language of medicine // a race against time // the responsibility of life and death // blood spatters on white walls // an oath never to be broken

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It had been a slow day, little to no movement in the medical bay, giving Valentina the impression that those who kept finding themselves under her care took her empty threats seriously. Yet even with a slow day, there was still work to be done. Intensely she had gone over every inch of the wing, taking note how much supplies she needed to replace, what beds needed to be cleaned, and just how much paperwork she still needed to tend to.

But her attention is pulled away from it all when she hears heavy footsteps entering the infirmary. Head turns, looking to see who it was, there stood @deadwar , yet the Scotsman had caught her off guard entirely. Not by his presence, but the lack there of. Usually quick to joke, trying to force a smile out of her now seemed cold, stone like.

Something was clearly wrong.

Soap doesn't speak as he sat down in his usual bed. Not even beckoning Valentina over. Hastily she throws on the latex gloves, grabbing a sealed pack of medical tools and saline. She doesn't utter a word, allowing him to be in charge of if there was or wasn't conversation. If he wanted silence, then he'd get silence. She didn't need him to speak in order for her to work. The sterile pack is opened and she begins to work on cleaning any cuts to his face.

She knew Las Almas didn't treat him well, but she wouldn't pry. Knowing if she tried to he wouldn't react well to it.

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Digits  quickly  tap  away  at  the  keys  on  the  laptop,  she  always  found  submitting  her  incident  reports  electronically  easier  than  writing  them  out  physically  (  after  all  she's  had  some  complaints  about  how  her  chicken  scratch  hand  writing  was  a  challenge  to  read  ).  Across  the  table  sat  @141s ,  the  two  of  them  often  found  themselves  sitting  in  silence  while  writing  up  documents,  finding  the  boring  yet  grueling  task  slightly  more  enjoyable  with  company.  On  occasion  one  would  break  the  silence  by opting to share someone a rookie had done that turned things for the worse.

Instead the silence is broken by something entirely different.

Valentina pauses her work, having grown tired of writing up exactly why she gave what solider what medication and why. Attention shifts away from the screen and lands onto Price, still indulging in paperwork. ❝ I've been thinking about him. ❞ The last word is heavily emphasized, a way of signaling that it was indeed Joaquin she was speaking off, but saying his name would make it all too real all over again. She was there when it happened, the memory would never fade, but Valentina had gotten better at gaslighting herself into thinking it was a nightmare, and that instead he was home on leave because he suffered an injury to great. Maybe it was her semi denial of his death that was preventing her from being cleared for anything more than working the medical bay.

❝ How do you deal with it? Whenever they cross your mind? ❞

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we live or we die . that's the way of the world .

#GARZAED ; independent / private / mutuals only & 19+ only. VALERIA GARZA of call of duty. various media influences & headcanon based. low - medium activity. CHERISHED BY: RINA, 26, they / them.

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thinking about how val genuinely does not entertain the thought of pursuing romantic relationships since she doesn't see the point after joaquin. she already had her great love of her life so she doesnt need or want anyone else.

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"WHAT CROSSES YOUR MIND when you watch them die?" The question spills like an avalanche, a rumble in his chest, falling and falling into the vacant gaze in his eyes. Those dark, distant things that look past @snipedheart, miles away from where they stand.

He blinks. And then, he's back here with her. "When you can't save them." / sc

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Her breath hitches in her chest, heart beating a bit faster than before. His question caught her off guard entirely and it showed on her face. Still, she continues to pack away medical items into her bag, simple things that would go a long way in the field. With them prepping for a mission obviously thoughts and emotions were on the rise, what if scenarios plaguing them, various escape plans in case something went wrong in the field were brewing.

She's taken lives intentionally, those didn't bother her much, especially considering the fact that when their head landed in the cross hairs of her scope Valentina would always place another face, making it easier for her to pull the trigger. But it's the lives she lost while trying to save them that struck a chord with her.

❝ I can't save everyone... ❞ She pauses for a moment, overlooking the supplies she already packed away before placing another round of gauze. ❝ It depends, I've had to treat the enemy a handful of times, in those cases I treat them how I would my comrades, but I'd be lying if I said I hoped they didn't survive. But what hurts the most is one of ours gets carried into the medical bay and I can tell at first glance that no matter what I do they won't live. Watching any sign of hope leave their eyes, that's what hurts the most. ❞

Her attention is pulled away from her bag, eyes falling onto Ghost. ❝ What do you think of when you take lives? ❞