Valentino Moreno

Valentino keeps holding Riptide in the air, a slightly amused expression on his face.

‘ I’m not a child. Nobody’s child. I’m grown. ‘

"You're my kid now. Don't care if you're a grown up."

‘ I don’t want to disrespect you sir but I already have a father. ‘

"Well, there's nothin' wrong with havin' 2."

Valentino keeps holding Riptide in the air, a slightly amused expression on his face.

‘ I’m not a child. Nobody’s child. I’m grown. ‘

"You're my kid now. Don't care if you're a grown up."

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Ohhhh, that looks cool!

Camilla gives him a thumbs up as a 'no problem' as she continues walking, Valentino, meanwhile, walking beside Price, the man holding Price's hand in a gentle grip, force of habit I suppose.

When John felt the pressure on his hand and looked down, it took him a second to realize what had happened. He watched for about a minute as he walked straight ahead and followed Camilla. He could feel his cheeks tingling. But why the hell?

After a few minutes, they arrive at Camilla's truck, that was parked next to the sidewalk. Camilla unlocks the truck and gets into the driver's side while Valentino got into the passenger side and Price into the backseat. Camilla started the truck and starts driving towards base.

For the rest of the trip, John remained silent. His eyes closed, as if trying to lull him to sleep. He had heard murmurs from the seats in front, but he hadn't understood a word. He didn't know if they had spoken in another language or if he just couldn't understand anything anymore.

Valentino hums before he walks beside the man towaards base as Camilla bids them a good night before getting back in the truck and driving back to the bar, probably to be transport for others when the time comes.

Valentino smiles softly and says as he pats Price's back. "No problem, Amigo."

Valentino smiles and says as he gives him a nod while turning on his heel. "No problem, cariño. Have a good night's rest, wake me if ya throw up." He then walks down the hall to head to his room.

When Price knocked on the door, Valentino awoke quite slowly but oh well, the man sat up with a sleepy groan, rubbing his eyes before he looked towards the door and got out of bed and walked over to it. The door opened and Valentino stood in front of Price, his expression mostly half asleep, the man only wearing a raggy t-shirt from god knows when and boxer briefs, his hair messily cascading over his shoulders. He then spoke up as he looked down at Price. "John... Threw up?"

Valentino closes the door after him while going into the small bathroom attached to his room and taking the trash can from it, placing it next to the bed in case Price had to puke suddenly.

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Valentino keeps holding Riptide in the air, a slightly amused expression on his face.

Albie leans down and nods, glancing at her mother before looking back to her. "I- Yeah, we're soldiers." He nods, gesturing to Valentino aswell. "This is.. My friend Valentino." He smiles to the girl, showing her his gear. "And I'm Albie. Do you know who your daddy works for, or his team? Like who he works with?" He asks softly, fixing a bit of her hair.

"Oh, really?" She smiles and runs her hands over her girl's tan cheeks. "How is he on base?" Francine looks happy, Albie nodding. "Good, good. Bit cheeky with some mates, but- Nothing troublesome." He smiles and gives her daughter a little play with his knee pads, showing her and talking. "Mhm, tha's my knee pads."

"Mmm." Albie agrees, and Francine laughs. "Ohh, yep. Always with little miss here and not doing much housework. He behaving?" She asks and watches Albie with her daughter, who keeps talking to her and letting her hold some of his stuff like his radio and a little bullet casing. "Mm... Tha's my radio."

Albie agrees and keeps talking with Francine's daughter, braiding her back length hair.

He keeps braiding her hair, eventually letting them go and leaving for base again. Valentino and Abie were pulled into a mission debrief as soon as they got back, Gaz walking inside. "Ooh- Gaz!" Albie speaks up and beams. "How's Francine?" Cue Asher walking inside, too.

Albie takes Valentino's phone for him and holds it as close as he could, Gaz explaining to Asher he's married with a 6 year old girl, and doesn't talk much because it's not important. He adds that their silly 'bromance' can continue, maybe toned down a little because of Asher's knowledge.

Albie sat in his spot, fidgeting with his gear as the debrief starts. Asher leaves, as he was talking with Price and not needed for the mission. That leaves Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Albie, and Valentino in the room for a debrief. They go over it and get sent to the armoury to prepare, evac van waiting outside.

Valentino was leaning against the wall with a cigarette dangling from between his lips, a glimmer of amusement still on his face from the earlier situation.

Albie was in the bathroom for a little, coming back red eyed and a little wheezy, a small rectangular silhouette in his pocket. The man keeps getting ready, grabbing his gear and stuff while coughing a smidge, climbing into the sweet-smelling travel van. The conversation changes to what that smell was in pure confusion, Albie red-faced and hiding as he cleaned his already clean gun.

Valentino sat mostly closest to the wall, that separates the driver's seat and the front seat, eyeing Albie, having a hunch it was the smell of his vape that was clouding the whole van.

"No!" Albie yips and tries to shut him up, giving a stern glare. "No, I- Just.. Missing a few MRE's..!" He scratches his head and laughs nervously. "Thought I packed more.." He looks away and lazily shows Valentino the packets, looking back over to see Valentino holding his navy blue vape in hand. "Fuck.." He sighs and tries to walk away.

Albie whines and reaches for the vape, grumbling and trying to get it back. "It's- No! Pleeeaaasee...! I can't-!" He cries out and pushes against Valentino's hands in annoyance, wanting his vape back. "It's- I can't go for a month! Give it back!" He fishes for it in the pocket, hands desperate.

Albie grumbles from the corner, Soap just raising his eyebrows. "Oi, who's is tha'?" He asks and takes it in his hand, laughing. "Got a wee lad in 'ere smokin' bubbles?" He jokes and waves it around, Albie reaching over and snatching it. "Fuck off, 'Tav!" He yells, pocketing it and looking away. "Don't make fun of me when you live around people who smoke! It's- It's no different!"

He grumbles and slides it across the floor, curling up on his small sleeping bag to try and catch some rest. "Just- Leave me alone." He mutters in annoyance, back facing them in just his basic gear despite the discomfort.

"Get-!" He snaps and sits up, throwing his gear off and slamming back down onto his sleeping bag. "Go away!" Albie yells and shuffles under the material, grumbling low and still in his sweat covered, blood stained uniform.

Valentino raises his hands a bit before he walks away and heads into the room, where the rest of the men are, leaving Albie in peace.

Albie sleeps through most the night, waking at 3am with the sickening feeling in his chest. The safehouse was too quiet for normal, and he slowly sat up to look around. Albie rubs his face and looks down, hands trembling in withdrawal. "Damnit.." He sighs and shuffles to reach for his vape, noticing it's gone. "Fuck." The man whispers and gets out, stalking the safehouse for it, only to find it stuffed underneath a pack of MRE's. "Mmm.." Albie grabs it and lingers in the corner, holding the vape in silence before he places it down and goes back to his bed. It takes ages for him to fall asleep, uncomfortable and squirming with his shaky hands and racing mind that screams he'll get ambushed if he doesn't take a hit. Just one..! Can't.. Be too bad. So, he gets back up and grabs his vape in the kitchen, sliding down the wall to take a few hits and wave the smoke away. He coughs a little, then hears some stirring and stuffs it away, frantically waving the lingering smoke and scent off into the air. "Fuck...-" He grunts once more, curling up to hide in the shadows.

Albie slowly brings his vape back out and stares at it, head spinning so much in a mix of withdrawl and anxiety. So, he keeps going hit after hit before the device shows a red light. Fuck. It's flat. God damit.. In this moment, someone had gotten up and watched him the entire time, so when Albie looks up to see him, he screams and throws the vape away, curling in the corner.

Albie looks at it and seems confused, the darkness not helping his case. So, he tries to get it in the light, grumbling as he follows Ghost. He whispers, grabbing the man by his shirt. "What is this...?" He asks quietly to his ear, glaring at the other men to see if they're awake or not.

Albie looks to Ghost and whispers again. "How- How did you find this? Or get it..?" He asks and takes it slowly, plugging it into his vape in silence and waiting for a reply.

Albie pats Ghost's shoulder and walks off before he could answer, saundering back to the kitchen and waiting for the light to go green. When it does, he takes it off and has a few hits before he realises it's missing the sweet and tangy taste to it. He taps the vape a few times and grumbles, before he checks the charger to see 'Flavourless-charge'. Oh the bastard... Albie gets up and unplugs the vape, coughing as he passes the boys, then drags his bed back to sleep with the rest of them for security. He curls up and stares at his vape in the corner, on charge and blinking green. "Mmmm-" He grumbles and unplugs it, frowning deep as he falls asleep.

The night goes by smoothly for the men, all of them sleeping in their respectful positions with the occasional movement or sleep talk.

Albie wakes in the morning and does what is needed, but seems off. Everything he picks up he somehow drops and clatters to tje floor, excusing it as grogginess. Right now he was trying to fold his sleeping bag, frozen in place with a heaving chest as he stares into a corner. The corner with his vape. It was stupid, really, his addiction. A 32 year old man hitting on chemicals and shit, like a teenage girl in the highschool bathrooms. He stays frozen in place like a statue, head pounding and racing with horrible thoughts of death and withdrawing.

Albie grunts and nods in instinct, moving out of his frozen state and packing up his rucksack. The man moves slowly, dropping his stuff a few times, earning needed concern from the group when the chance came to talk together. Albie had his gear on and rucksack beside him, holding his canteen while in the same corner, either dissociated, disoriented, or having insane withdrawl.

Albie just.. Stays in silence. Like he's in a trance staring at his familiar joyous, chemical love. His hands twitching roughly, he makes a low groan and drops his head, shaking and holding his head, then smacking a rough fist on his nape. At the pressure point hit, his body goes limp and drops to the floor, knocking Albie out faster than a light.

Albie wakes after an hour of walking, having knocked out reaaal good it seems. He shuffles his hands and tugs lightly at Valentino's hair, telling him he's awake. "Mmm.." He whines and drops his head, legs a little uncomfortable. "Where we goin'..?" He groggily asks with hazy vision, Soap staring at him. "Cause.. If- If you didn't grab.." He whines and clings to Valentino with a heavy sigh, then throwing light air punches to Soap. "Go away.." Albie complains low, closing his eyes and adjusting in the 'carrier', mumbling nonsense to Valentino. "Mmm.. Tired, and- Want my mac.."

"Goooood.." He gently mumbles and holds onto Valentino as he lulls back to sleep, making little twitches and pleading quietly in his sleep. He mentions a few of the boy's names, whining low and squirming. "No, I... mmm, give.." He weakly squeaks and grips onto Valentino's vest, grumbling before his leg jerks out and jelly-legs the man carrying him.

Albie is groggily awake again, waking on the floor and confused. "..Did my leg jerk yours?" He just asks like it's a normal occurrence, sighing heavy at the confirmation. "Sorry, Colonel.." He mumbles and makes a small whine, biting his lip to stop his chin trembling.

Albie leans down and nods, glancing at her mother before looking back to her. "I- Yeah, we're soldiers." He nods, gesturing to Valentino aswell. "This is.. My friend Valentino." He smiles to the girl, showing her his gear. "And I'm Albie. Do you know who your daddy works for, or his team? Like who he works with?" He asks softly, fixing a bit of her hair.

"Oh, really?" She smiles and runs her hands over her girl's tan cheeks. "How is he on base?" Francine looks happy, Albie nodding. "Good, good. Bit cheeky with some mates, but- Nothing troublesome." He smiles and gives her daughter a little play with his knee pads, showing her and talking. "Mhm, tha's my knee pads."

"Mmm." Albie agrees, and Francine laughs. "Ohh, yep. Always with little miss here and not doing much housework. He behaving?" She asks and watches Albie with her daughter, who keeps talking to her and letting her hold some of his stuff like his radio and a little bullet casing. "Mm... Tha's my radio."

Albie agrees and keeps talking with Francine's daughter, braiding her back length hair.

He keeps braiding her hair, eventually letting them go and leaving for base again. Valentino and Abie were pulled into a mission debrief as soon as they got back, Gaz walking inside. "Ooh- Gaz!" Albie speaks up and beams. "How's Francine?" Cue Asher walking inside, too.

Albie takes Valentino's phone for him and holds it as close as he could, Gaz explaining to Asher he's married with a 6 year old girl, and doesn't talk much because it's not important. He adds that their silly 'bromance' can continue, maybe toned down a little because of Asher's knowledge.

Albie sat in his spot, fidgeting with his gear as the debrief starts. Asher leaves, as he was talking with Price and not needed for the mission. That leaves Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Albie, and Valentino in the room for a debrief. They go over it and get sent to the armoury to prepare, evac van waiting outside.

Valentino was leaning against the wall with a cigarette dangling from between his lips, a glimmer of amusement still on his face from the earlier situation.

Albie was in the bathroom for a little, coming back red eyed and a little wheezy, a small rectangular silhouette in his pocket. The man keeps getting ready, grabbing his gear and stuff while coughing a smidge, climbing into the sweet-smelling travel van. The conversation changes to what that smell was in pure confusion, Albie red-faced and hiding as he cleaned his already clean gun.

Valentino sat mostly closest to the wall, that separates the driver's seat and the front seat, eyeing Albie, having a hunch it was the smell of his vape that was clouding the whole van.

"No!" Albie yips and tries to shut him up, giving a stern glare. "No, I- Just.. Missing a few MRE's..!" He scratches his head and laughs nervously. "Thought I packed more.." He looks away and lazily shows Valentino the packets, looking back over to see Valentino holding his navy blue vape in hand. "Fuck.." He sighs and tries to walk away.

Albie whines and reaches for the vape, grumbling and trying to get it back. "It's- No! Pleeeaaasee...! I can't-!" He cries out and pushes against Valentino's hands in annoyance, wanting his vape back. "It's- I can't go for a month! Give it back!" He fishes for it in the pocket, hands desperate.

Albie grumbles from the corner, Soap just raising his eyebrows. "Oi, who's is tha'?" He asks and takes it in his hand, laughing. "Got a wee lad in 'ere smokin' bubbles?" He jokes and waves it around, Albie reaching over and snatching it. "Fuck off, 'Tav!" He yells, pocketing it and looking away. "Don't make fun of me when you live around people who smoke! It's- It's no different!"

He grumbles and slides it across the floor, curling up on his small sleeping bag to try and catch some rest. "Just- Leave me alone." He mutters in annoyance, back facing them in just his basic gear despite the discomfort.

"Get-!" He snaps and sits up, throwing his gear off and slamming back down onto his sleeping bag. "Go away!" Albie yells and shuffles under the material, grumbling low and still in his sweat covered, blood stained uniform.

Valentino raises his hands a bit before he walks away and heads into the room, where the rest of the men are, leaving Albie in peace.

Albie sleeps through most the night, waking at 3am with the sickening feeling in his chest. The safehouse was too quiet for normal, and he slowly sat up to look around. Albie rubs his face and looks down, hands trembling in withdrawal. "Damnit.." He sighs and shuffles to reach for his vape, noticing it's gone. "Fuck." The man whispers and gets out, stalking the safehouse for it, only to find it stuffed underneath a pack of MRE's. "Mmm.." Albie grabs it and lingers in the corner, holding the vape in silence before he places it down and goes back to his bed. It takes ages for him to fall asleep, uncomfortable and squirming with his shaky hands and racing mind that screams he'll get ambushed if he doesn't take a hit. Just one..! Can't.. Be too bad. So, he gets back up and grabs his vape in the kitchen, sliding down the wall to take a few hits and wave the smoke away. He coughs a little, then hears some stirring and stuffs it away, frantically waving the lingering smoke and scent off into the air. "Fuck...-" He grunts once more, curling up to hide in the shadows.

Albie slowly brings his vape back out and stares at it, head spinning so much in a mix of withdrawl and anxiety. So, he keeps going hit after hit before the device shows a red light. Fuck. It's flat. God damit.. In this moment, someone had gotten up and watched him the entire time, so when Albie looks up to see him, he screams and throws the vape away, curling in the corner.

Albie looks at it and seems confused, the darkness not helping his case. So, he tries to get it in the light, grumbling as he follows Ghost. He whispers, grabbing the man by his shirt. "What is this...?" He asks quietly to his ear, glaring at the other men to see if they're awake or not.

Albie looks to Ghost and whispers again. "How- How did you find this? Or get it..?" He asks and takes it slowly, plugging it into his vape in silence and waiting for a reply.

Albie pats Ghost's shoulder and walks off before he could answer, saundering back to the kitchen and waiting for the light to go green. When it does, he takes it off and has a few hits before he realises it's missing the sweet and tangy taste to it. He taps the vape a few times and grumbles, before he checks the charger to see 'Flavourless-charge'. Oh the bastard... Albie gets up and unplugs the vape, coughing as he passes the boys, then drags his bed back to sleep with the rest of them for security. He curls up and stares at his vape in the corner, on charge and blinking green. "Mmmm-" He grumbles and unplugs it, frowning deep as he falls asleep.

The night goes by smoothly for the men, all of them sleeping in their respectful positions with the occasional movement or sleep talk.

Albie wakes in the morning and does what is needed, but seems off. Everything he picks up he somehow drops and clatters to tje floor, excusing it as grogginess. Right now he was trying to fold his sleeping bag, frozen in place with a heaving chest as he stares into a corner. The corner with his vape. It was stupid, really, his addiction. A 32 year old man hitting on chemicals and shit, like a teenage girl in the highschool bathrooms. He stays frozen in place like a statue, head pounding and racing with horrible thoughts of death and withdrawing.

Albie grunts and nods in instinct, moving out of his frozen state and packing up his rucksack. The man moves slowly, dropping his stuff a few times, earning needed concern from the group when the chance came to talk together. Albie had his gear on and rucksack beside him, holding his canteen while in the same corner, either dissociated, disoriented, or having insane withdrawl.

Albie just.. Stays in silence. Like he's in a trance staring at his familiar joyous, chemical love. His hands twitching roughly, he makes a low groan and drops his head, shaking and holding his head, then smacking a rough fist on his nape. At the pressure point hit, his body goes limp and drops to the floor, knocking Albie out faster than a light.

Albie wakes after an hour of walking, having knocked out reaaal good it seems. He shuffles his hands and tugs lightly at Valentino's hair, telling him he's awake. "Mmm.." He whines and drops his head, legs a little uncomfortable. "Where we goin'..?" He groggily asks with hazy vision, Soap staring at him. "Cause.. If- If you didn't grab.." He whines and clings to Valentino with a heavy sigh, then throwing light air punches to Soap. "Go away.." Albie complains low, closing his eyes and adjusting in the 'carrier', mumbling nonsense to Valentino. "Mmm.. Tired, and- Want my mac.."

"Goooood.." He gently mumbles and holds onto Valentino as he lulls back to sleep, making little twitches and pleading quietly in his sleep. He mentions a few of the boy's names, whining low and squirming. "No, I... mmm, give.." He weakly squeaks and grips onto Valentino's vest, grumbling before his leg jerks out and jelly-legs the man carrying him.