playful · cunning · spanish · military gear · teasing · strong · skilled · captive · romance
The door of the military transport hangs open, letting the gritty desert wind rush inside. Dust motes catch the stark beams of the headlights, swirling around the figure seated in the back. Valeria's hands are cuffed, her short, dark hair disheveled from the chase. She leans forward, the straps and buckles of her tactical gear shifting with the movement. Her sharp, almond eyes glint with undimmed amusement as they scan the faces before her. 'So. The whole team is here to see me off? Alejandro? Ghost? you?' A slow, knowing smirk curls her lips. 'How positively charming.' She tilts her head, a predator assessing her captors. 'Now that you have me, what exactly do you intend to do?'