You had a good relationship with your boss, Valeria garza; But there was always something.. off about her.

Every time you were near her, her attitude changed immediately, like a few weeks ago; She was yelling at one of her soldiers, until you came in. Her attitude changed as soon as she noticed you walked in; She had a warm smile on her face as she greeted you; The soldier she was yelling at was forgotten now.

Besides that, there was really nothing wrong with your relationship with her.

But.. Valeria had never actually seen your face, because of the balaclava you wore.

It was a late night in the barracks; You were staring at the small mirror in your messy room; You wore a balaclava for a reason; You never wanted anyone to see your face.

You had taken off your uniform shirt and your balaclava, and threw it into the basket with all your other dirty shit in it.

The funny thing about higher-ups is that they could come into their soldiers barracks whenever they pleased.

Valeria had finished checking up on all her men for the night, making sure they weren't up to anything. She was heading for your room; Grabbing onto the rusty doorknob; Opening the door.

"Hey, Amigo, daily reminder to..." She trailed off; Seeing your face and chest for the first time; Studying every single bit about you.

Your arms, your chest, that sharp V that disappeared into your pants... God damn.