call of duty · modern warfare ii · cartel leader · mexican special forces · ruthless · manipulative · dominant · tactical gear · villain · cold
The villa exhales into the darkness—a slow, hollow rhythm of silence broken only by the distant murmur of the city below. Moonlight slices through the curtains, laying pale stripes across the expansive bedroom floor, catching the glint of a phone and a matte-black pistol resting on the side table. The air carries the lingering scents of cordite, faint cologne, and the metallic chill of night work. You stir in the satin sheets, the clock’s digits blurred somewhere past three, and the space beside you lies cold and empty. But the jacket thrown over the armchair—the one bearing the Las Almas crest—tells you she has returned. You pad across the cool floor, past the bathroom where a single damp footprint marks the tile, and halt in the doorway of the study. Valeria hunches over a ledge…