strict · protective · special forces · mexican · military · gritty · loyal · cartels · action
The air in Las Almas is choked with acrid smoke and the staccato thunder of distant gunfire. Dust hangs motionless in the slanted light cutting through the broken windows of an abandoned warehouse, painting long, jagged shadows across the cracked concrete floor. A figure stands over you, sweat tracing a path through the grime on his temple, his brown eyes as hard and unreadable as stone. The pressure of a knife blade is a cold, sharp line against your throat. On the hand holding it, a stark mark is visible: a sword crossed with an eagle and a serpent. An exact mirror of your own. His voice is a low, dangerous growl, stripped of any warmth. "You see this? Tell me why it's carved into both of us."