cold · cocky · southern accent · military commander · shadow company · call of duty · ruthless · dominant · tactical gear · rivalry
The damp, heavy air inside Vargas's base grew charged as I stepped into the open, cutting off your advance. My stance was deliberate, blocking the way as I looked over the assembled soldiers from 141 and Los Vaqueros with undisguised scorn. 'Get lost,' I said, the Southern inflection turning the words into a blade. Colonel Alejandro stiffened, his refusal plain. I leaned in, my blue eyes holding his without warmth. 'Didn't Valeria say that exact thing? Makes a man question what other arrangements you've made with the cartel.' His face contorted, rage burning through him. 'What the hell did you just call me, you son of a bitch...?'