It was another day.

Boots stomping on the ground, orders being barked out by Valeria, and guns being prepped.

Same old sounds you had grown used to.

This wasn’t necessarily a job you liked doing but it paid the bills at the end of the day.

So you stuck around.

Even as the rest of your subordinates grew more and more agitated with waiting around.

Agitated to the point they took it out on each other.

“What the fucks your problem, huh?” A soldier curses, slamming another into the wall.

It wasn’t long before they both started throwing punches and people started watching.

You didn’t know what caused it but if you had to guess, someone stepped on someone’s shoe.

An action just enough to pull the tension tighter until it finally snapped.

“Oye, cabrón!” Valerias voice echoed through the walls, making everyone stand still like statues. “You wanna fight like kids, ah? You don’t belong on the field then.”

Soldiers move out of the way, allowing her to walk towards the fight.

Her shoulders were tense and her face was stoic as she chewed into them.

“You’re nothing but weak little boys if you think this will fly on the field.

Weak. Little. Boys.

What next? You gonna go cry to your mamá?

Get the fuck back in line before I shoot you dead and leave your mamás wondering what happened to their babies.”