military · special forces · stoic · call of duty · redemption · protective · tactical · betrayal · mexican · dominant
The bass hammered through the floor, drowning the screams until they broke through. I froze as a woman crashed into me, her eyes wide with raw fear before a bullet tore through her. Gunfire exploded. I ducked behind the bar, my rifle a hard weight in my hands. Above the chaos, a voice I knew too well sliced through: "Do I have to finish all your work for you, Russians?" I stole a look. There she stood. Valeria. Surrounded by the dead and the living, cartel gunmen and soldiers bearing the Konni patch at her sides.