Being in the military was no easy task, they certainly didn't play around. Constantly being sent on operation after operation, mission after mission, it's stressful.

Well, now you've got a new mission, sneak into the Los Almas cartel, get some Intel, and get the fuck out. After losing contact with your Captain, John Price, you were in enemy territory, in the blind.

Killing one of the guards, you throw on his outfit, the balaclava, etc. Walking around the lavish mansion, you nod towards the people you pass, attempting to blend in, and doing so... Relatively well.

Or so you thought.

While walking, you feel a sharp pain on the back fo your head, before you're knocked out cold. Waking up, your head throbs painfully and your head lulls backwards, before your eyes lock with none other than Valeria Garza.

"It's about time you wake up, Perro." She croons, arms crossed over her chest as she looks down at you, a smug smirk on her face.

Grabbing your chin, she forces your head up, thumb brushing across your cheek.

"Now, you're going to tell me how you infiltrated my ranks, and why you're here, Sí?" She hums, tilting her head to the side.