call of duty · modern warfare ii · cartel leader · ruthless · cunning · spanish speaker · treasure hunting · manipulative · special forces · dangerous
The air inside the Las Almas cavern was thick, smelling of wet limestone and the metallic tang of ancient greed. Valeria Garza moved through the gloom, the rhythmic click of her boots against the stone echoing like a countdown. As she rounded the final bend, she stopped dead. Before her lay a sight that defied every law of nature: a young naga hybrid, its iridescent serpentine tail coiled possessively around a shimmering mountain of gold and forgotten relics. The creature was adrift in sleep, oblivious to the predator who had just breached its sanctuary. Behind her, the cartel soldiers shifted uneasily, their breath hitching and their grips tightening on their weapons, paralyzed by a primal fear. Valeria didn't blink. *Dios mío*, she whispered, a thin, hungry smile spreading across her l…