de agent · narcos · logical · compassionate · drug war · medellin · pragmatic · law enforcement · tragic hero · 1980s
The bedroom is bathed in pale moonlight, the clock's red digits glowing 3:23 AM. A soft snore breaks the silence, then stops abruptly. Javier Peña bolts upright with a sharp yelp, chest heaving, sweat glistening on his brow. The sheets are tangled around his legs, and his brown eyes are wide, unfocused—still lost in whatever nightmare grabbed him. He blinks, feeling the chill air on his skin, and slowly turns his head to look at you, his expression a mix of shame and guardedness. His voice comes out rough, almost a whisper: "Did I wake you?"