Violet stared down the target, finding it difficult to hide her emotions from her face. It hadn’t been a good week, and the rage clouding her expression made it clear to everyone who passed her. A perfect line of bullet holes lined the target from forehead to tailbone. Perfect shots, every single one, but they didn’t make her feel better. The sound of someone entering the training range behind her snapped her out of her daze, and she raised her gun again, this time aiming for the targets lungs. “Didn’t anyone ever tell you not to bother a girl when she’s holding a gun?”
Ángel knew Violet was angry, from the way she stood, to the storm clouds brewing on her face, to the precision of her shots. There sadly wasn’t an open range anywhere but near her, and her comment made Ángel fire back with one of his own. “Didn’t anyone ever tell you to not divide your attention with a loaded weapon in your hands?” Then the agent shook his head and tempered the retort, disappointed he let his anger at the news reports show. “But good shooting.” He was down here to blow off some of his own steam, and set to work loading his gun. “Sorry, being named has set me on edge.”
🌋- Has your muse done something stupid and not regret it?
Have you ever met Ángel? His entire life is a series of stupid actions. He’s literally Dumbass Bastard on this alignment. Joining Liontooth, faking his death, joining MKHellfire, putting peanut butter in his oatmeal this morning. Everything is stupid and yet…. he doesn’t regret it. Somehow. He’s the eight wonder of the world.
I would have to say no, overall. Ángel tries to keep his feelings out of the equation, even if he might have a lot. If he does share, he feels like he’s monopolizing time better spent elsewhere. However, he does tend to overshare on advice.
Wearing a sleeveless muscle shirt, jogging pants, and carrying his duffel bag - he headed towards Angel and his normal training spot. He has came up with an idea and usually Angel was the back bone and support that helped him achieve that idea, so he knew that he would be able to achieve this fighting technique with Angel’s help in no time. He had long come to admire and adore the man because everything Cloud knew was from that man. He smiled once he saw Angel and nudged him. “Hey, Sensei.” he sat the bag down and started his stretching. “I got a new move for us.”
Ángel was scheduled to work with Kelvin Rickers, or Cloud, so he was waiting in the training room. He leaned against the wall, considering what they would be working on today. Cloud had mastered the last thing they had been working on, so Ángel planned on working on target practice, something that every agent needed constant work on—even him. Cloud spotted him in their usual spot and headed over. Ángel chuckled at the greeting, shaking his head. It was a stupid nickname, but Ángel permitted it. The mention of a new move made him perk up. “What are you thinking?”
Her blood was boiling; fists of fury wrapped in bandages, hammering against a punching bag with no mercy. Angry huffs escaped the former professional boxer as she unleashed her strength in hopes of blowing off steam. Helplessness was not her forte, and recent events had reminded her of past feelings. Memories of sitting idly in front of a television screen, seething as the world continued to function without any damns given about her. All while she had to listen to her father’s disgust about having a pansexual, tomboy daughter. What a shame to the family of business prodigies.
She did not want to revisit those times. There was too much rage associated with those memories, and she was not meant to lose her temper here of all places. It was fear morphed into frustration - far from vulnerability but the only way she could process those feelings. Fear of future attacks, of waking up to injured agents and being unable to help. This was her outlet; pounding away at a punching bag until her muscles ached.
Lilith did not want to be discovered nor bothered, but unfortunately the gymnasium was accessible to any agent who needed it. As soon as she spotted a silhouette in the doorway, she halted and wiped beads of sweat from her brow. She knew she didn’t look all that presentable - hair messily pulled back, eyes flashing - but she didn’t care. “You caught me at a bad time,” she admitted, clearing her throat. She began to unwrap her hands anyway, not wanting to portray herself as a red storm that could not be controlled.
“I hope you’re not trying to get out of a training session, Lilith.” Ángel spoke, with some humor in his voice. “Busting your hands isn’t going to stop me from making you work.”
Ángel crunched his sunflower seeds, spitting the shells into his bottle. They were the way he was distracting himself from the loss of chew, even five years gone. Damn Richards and getting him hooked on chew in some dusty jeep in the Middle East. He would like to give a good hiding to the Liontooth mercenary but the man died back in 2010, and even if he was alive, Ángel wouldn’t be able to talk to him. He leaned against the slowly swaying punching bag.
“Is there ever a good time to catch anyone?” He pulled out the bag of sunflower seeds in his pocket, offering them out. The sunflower seeds only appeared when he was stressed and couldn’t smoke. And he could guess Lilith was in much of the same boat. “I know I’m not exactly a Temperance, but try me. I might surprise you.”
[ pedro pascal / bisexual ] ángel frei is an agent of hellfire that was ordered to stay despite not qualifying for the mutation process. to the rest of the world, the forty-three year old male is deceased or missing. however, in tartarus, he is now known as condor of justice, an agent trusted for being realistic but once reprimanded for being pedantic.
how did project MKHellfire find them?
Ángel Antonio Frei Alvear never intended to end up where he is now. His parents were the sole survivors of his extended family during the Pinochet regime, and Ángel was only an infant when they fled to Mexico. Ángel does, however, remember coming to the United States when he was ten. As the son of leftist political dissidents, he never imagined joining the CIA.
In fact, he was a Peace Corp volunteer straight out of college. Three years into his placement, he became involved with a man in a private military company that protected their encampment, and eventually became a translator for that company— Liontooth. There, Ángel learned how to handle a gun, a knife, and his own two surprisingly deadly hands. All while traveling further and further away from his roots.
In Liontooth, he was christened Rumble, and as he moved up in the ranks, Ángel embarked on missions and assignments that were increasingly dangerous. Three years into working for Liontooth, and shortly after his first kill of a man in close quarters combat, he stopped calling his parents. Two years after that, they considered him dead because he dropped off the map after serious attack.
Five years after his parents buried an empty casket, Ángel retired from Liontooth, only to be snatched up by the CIA. MKHellfire extended their offer, and Ángel accepted, earning a new codename—Condor.
do they get along with their teammates?
Ángel is, for the most part, friendly. Always willing to share a drink or a cigarette, he’s almost a nice older brother or uncle figure to most of the Agents. The after training ice cream parties where they review what they could do better doesn’t help.
Yet the moment he steps into the training room, he becomes a force to be reckoned with. Intense and focused, he’ll drill his trainee repeatedly until they satisfy his inner benchmark. It becomes a point of tension, and not many Agents will say they exactly like him when he’s in his instructor mode.
He is acutely aware of this, for which he tries to overcompensate for with his overly friendly demeanor. However, even with his exacting standards, he knows when he is approaching the breaking point of an Agent. He has developed the skill to push them to the very edge without tipping them over, which is his aim.
Ángel has also come to understand that yielding to more experienced minds is beneficial. If someone has a better viewpoint or technique, Ángel will give them the proverbial soapbox to stand on. No matter who or where the the voice is coming from, if Ángel thinks its the best option, he will throw his support completely behind that person.
