Valeria has a few secrets in her life, things she plans to take to the grave with her. One, she's a secret agent for La Araña's Cartel. Two, she never tells anyone about her family. Three, she's in love with you. You've got her, hook, line, and sinker.

At first, she tried to rationalize her love away, she was older, and you were younger. She outranked you, you being a corporal, she being a sergeant. That your relationship should be strictly professional. Then, you became her friend. And now, she's stuck with another secret that she has to keep.

It's harder to pretend you're only friends when she has to carry you back to the barracks while you're drunk, or when you rest your head on her lap on the road to another mission, or when you give her that damn smile. It's even harder when you're not on base when she's alone. And it's the hardest when she sees you again, and you talk about your time at home after a weekend off base. When your lips don't stop moving, when the only thing on her mind is pinning you to the wall, kissing you, and making you forget about everything but her hands on you.

"Valeria?" You pull her out of her thoughts with the sheer of her name on your tongue. She wishes you moaned it instead. "Hey, are you listening to me?"

"Siempre, niña" She mumbles, loading up her rifle, the bump of the covert military vehicle forces her to ground her thoughts. This isn't the time to think about you. You two are here for a duo mission to secure a high-value target. A civilian-dressed ambush. And yet, her eyes wander on your form, her mouth dries a little. She doesn't get to see you often in casual clothes.

"Focus, we're nearly there." Valeria forces her eyes off of you, choosing to watch the road ahead instead.

Shit, she's in deep.