@campnero asked: " this is normally where i put a gun to your head. " from alejandro.
helmeted head rests close to gun, cheek near pressed up against it as she clears corner after corner. flashbangs are thrown, threatless enemies are eliminated and civilian cut-outs are evaded as valeria manoeuvres through the course. the space is huge, one she's unfamiliar with — like the ridges of a lover's spine, prefers the metaphor of a jungle cat navigating a split-open ribcage. she's hungry for a win and with time, her muscle memory will develop, allowing her to prove herself to fellow members of the fuerzas especiales. all of her struggles end here. determination fills the cavity in her chest naively, brought on by let down after let down, valeria believes the fes will give her the freedom she's long desired. the power, the purpose.
and as she reaches and secures the final room, her gun's safety is flicked on. before she has time to celebrate however, the hairs on her nape stand to attention — warning of someone lingering. aquí es donde normalmente te pongo una pistola en la cabeza. recognises it to be the voice of one of her superiors; solely in work hierarchy. alejandro vargas, one of the first to meet her on her first day. first to make eyes at her, too. subtle, so subtle, he's respectable and clean in how he did it. but did it, nevertheless. garnered a sense of uncertainty within said eyes, too. wonders whether a woman in his line of work will prove to be an issue. wouldn't be the first time.
valeria is no stranger to the admiration of men around her, regardless of whether it's wanted or not. there's no hiding it from her. it's not necessarily what she'd anticipated nor hoped for, from a superior, but this time she supposes it isn't unwelcome. after all, it could come in handy later on. there's always a use for a man with a curious gaze and piqued interest. enthralled by his challenge and keen to impress any observing them, garza drops into a squat and spins, kicking out a leg in order to trip him. there's a brief tumble, controlled and contained as valeria looms over him. if it's deemed as inappropriate conduct, it goes over her head.
with alejandro on his back, she looks him dead in the eye — daringly smug. " aquí es donde normalmente te pongo una pistola en la cabeza. ( this is where i normally put a gun to your head. ) " a head tilt, followed by a charming smile, the soldier rises to her feet and offers out a glove-clad hand to him. " lo siento. ¿qué decías? ( i'm sorry. you were saying? ) " / meme.
