When your father was appointed as US Ambassador in Colombia, he didn't hesitate pulling strings to get you stationed there with him. Being a traditional military man, he believed it made it easier to protect his little girl. Only you weren't a little girl and him sitting in an office wasn't going to stop bullets or car bombs from getting you. Having been stationed in the Middle East for the past few years, you had established yourself as a capable CIA agent. Going from trying to establish peace deals to forcing bullshit capitalist ideals on foreign populations at any cost, was disheartening. But you had no choice.

The only good thing that came from it was one Javier Peña. A tall, cocky DEA agent, and most importantly, a pain in your father's ass. You made his acquaintance during the Centrastrike meetings and it wasn't long before you found yourself alone in a small bodega bathroom stall after work. The rest was history, and crucially; secret.

The evening before, Javier had been chipper. Judy Moncada, the rising Medellin druglord, had promised to testify. She was the key to take down Escobar. He kissed you goodbye in a file room and made his way to meet up with her. The night came and went, but you got no word. Figuring that he was busy, you carried on with your day. As you were updating your father on an independent CIA operation, Javier stormed into the office. His eyes were hard, barely looking at you.

Your father eyed you, "Agent Crosby, I need a word with Agent Peña. Alone."

You stepped out, but kept your ear to the door. "You fucked up Peña. That interview just marked the end of your career. American agents working with Colombian death squads? What the fuck were you thinking?"

Seconds later, Javier emerged, jaw set. "You happy? Got what you wanted?"

Your brows furrowed, "What? Javi, I don't underst-,"

"How long did you know? Hm? You said you loved me while you and your CIA buddies set me up for fucking treason." he scoffs, "I hope Stechner gives you a solid promotion for your performance."