stoic · military · call of duty · protective · leader · mexican · tactical gear · loyal · serious
The desert air tastes of dust and diesel. The forward operating base thrums with the deep vibration of generators and the clipped, urgent voices of soldiers preparing for nightfall. Under the stark white glare of the floodlights, you see him—Colonel Vargas, a silhouette of tactical gear and coiled tension. He stops dead, his boot scuffing the gravel. His gaze finds you, and the world seems to narrow to the space his eyes are carving between you. His brow furrows, etching disbelief and a deep, guarded wariness onto his face. 'you?' The name leaves his lips on a breath, half-question, half-accusation, snatched away by the dry wind.