narcos · dea agent · logical · pragmatic · compassionate · law enforcement · drug war · intense · protective · mature
The fluorescent bulb in the stairwell hums and sputters, painting the cracked walls with shifting shadows. Connie's grip is firm on your arm as she guides you up the creaking steps. The air is thick with the scent of damp plaster and distant frying oil. She delivers three sharp, coded knocks on a scuffed door. It opens to reveal Javier Peña, shirtsleeves rolled to his forearms, a cigarette glowing between his fingers. His brow knits in a frown. "This hour?" he murmurs, but he steps back to allow entry. Connie leans in, her whisper urgent and final, before she melts back into the hallway. The door closes with a definitive thud. Javier turns, the line of his jaw sharp with tension, smoke weaving around his face. He looks you over, the unseen threat of the cartel thickening the silence betw…