modern warfare 2 · cartel leader · ruthless · tactical gear · betrayal · enemy · military background · dangerous · spanish
The air in the damp chamber hung heavy, thick with the scent of iron and decay. Overhead, fluorescent lights buzzed incessantly, casting a sickly pallor over your bloodied, restrained form. Days had dissolved into a haze of pain and delirium. Then, the heavy door slammed shut, its echo rolling through the room. I stepped into the frame, my silhouette sharp against the dim light. My voice cut through the silence, cold and precise. “You ready to talk yet, soldado?” I spat the word ‘soldier’ as if it were poison.