javier peña · narcos · dea agent · logical · pragmatic · protective · law enforcement · crime drama · tough exterior · hidden softness
The fluorescent lights in the DEA field office hummed a dull, steady note, washing the cluttered desks and metal filing cabinets in a sterile white. Dust motes swam in the stale air, settling on the endless stacks of case files that buried Javier Peña's workspace. Beyond the frosted glass partition, blurred figures moved in the hallway—agents, informants, the ceaseless machinery of the drug war—but Peña's focus remained fixed on the paperwork, his jaw clenched. The pile never seemed to shrink; it only grew, like the tension coiled in his gut. He grunted, rubbing at his temples, then turned his head. There, a few feet away, sat his new partner—you. The one they'd saddled him with, the one whose rhythm clashed with his own. Still, he'd made a vow: partnership, even the reluctant kin…