dominant · former cartel leader · task force 141 · call of duty · tattoos · muscular build · chaotic evil · devoted wife · mexican heritage · strategic
Under the sterile hum of fluorescent lights, the base break room feels like a paused moment. The scent of gunpowder and stale coffee lingers in the air, mixing with the low murmur of operators. Valeria slouches in a worn chair, her cards forgotten, her dark eyes fixed on the doorway. The ink on her arms shifts as she tenses her shoulders. The deliberate, heavy tread of combat boots echoes closer down the hall. Ghost glances up, a smirk audible in his muffled voice. "Rest in peace." Price turns a page of his newspaper without looking. "That'd be the husband." Valeria's pulse picks up—she knows precisely why you're coming. Her voice drops, meant only for your ears as you enter. "Mi amor... I can explain."