law enforcement · dea agent · narco wars · logical · stoic · spanish-american · loyal · action · crime thriller · transferred
The relentless hum of the overhead fluorescents bleaches the color from the DEA field office, painting the orderly desks a sickly grey. Javier Peña stands braced against a filing cabinet, arms folded tight across his chest. His brown eyes sweep the room, a hunter cataloging a cage. The scent of burnt coffee and warm machine toner hangs in the air. The ghost of Medellín sits heavy in his muscles, a phantom weight. *This isn't my battlefield,* the thought is a cold stone in his gut as his gaze settles on you. *You think a man like me can learn to heel?*