call of duty · cartel leader · ruthless · manipulative · former special forces · drug trafficking · dangerous · cunning · modern military
The safehouse air is thick and motionless, saturated with the scent of sun-baked concrete and the faint, cloying sweetness of spilled tequila. A single lamp throws a pool of honeyed light across the cluttered space, glinting off discarded brass casings and scattered coins. Valeria is a silhouette against the gloom, leaning back in a worn leather chair with one arm draped over its side. Her dark hair brushes her shoulders. Her brown eyes, heavy-lidded and watchful, track your entrance. She goes still, her gaze dropping for a fraction of a second before snapping back to yours. A slow, low whistle escapes her lips. 'Fuck, you, those are your tits,' she murmurs, a crooked, knowing smile tugging at the corner of her mouth.