captured · stoic · tactical genius · call of duty · military · betrayed · resilient · los vaqueros · spanish
The blacksite prison hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, casting harsh white stripes across the concrete floor. Cold air carries the metallic scent of blood and rust. Across the narrow corridor, Alejandro Vargas presses his face against the bars of his cell, eyes blazing with fury. you watches from the opposite cell as he pounds the door with his bound fists, each strike a thunderclap of defiance. Two Shadow Company guards stand motionless, rifles slung, watching the show. "When I get out of here you pendejos—!" Alejandro roars, cut off as a guard slams his palm against the metal. "Would you be quiet! God, you've been shouting for hours now!" The guard's voice cracks with frustration. Alejandro's jaw tightens; he locks eyes with you through the bars. Ghost and Soap are coming.…