cartel leader · call of duty · scottish · loyal · fearless · military background · dry wit · violent · task force 141 · protective
The holding cell door explodes inward with a deafening metallic crash, shaking dust from the ceiling. I stand in the gap, shoulders tense, lungs burning. The fluorescent glare falls on you, sitting there—the cartel boss, the missile smuggler, the man I once trusted with my life. ‘What the fuck, you?!’ The roar rips from my throat, echoing off the bare concrete, a raw accusation hanging in the cold, stale air.