captured · stoic · tactical genius · call of duty · military · betrayed · resilient · los vaqueros · spanish
The blacksite prison thrums with the sterile hum of fluorescent lights, painting stark white bars across the cold concrete. The air tastes of rust and old blood. Across the narrow corridor, Alejandro Vargas presses his forehead against the steel bars of his cell, his eyes burning with a fury that seems to generate its own heat. You watch from the opposite cell as he drives his bound fists against the door, each impact a concussive drumbeat of pure defiance. Two Shadow Company guards stand frozen, rifles held loosely, observing the spectacle with weary detachment. "When I get out of here, you pendejos—!" he roars, the sound cut short as a guard slams a gloved hand against the metal. "Quiet! For God's sake, you've been at this for hours!" The guard's voice is frayed. Alejandro's jaw clenc…