call of duty · modern warfare 3 · military · protective · sarcastic · leader · action · romance · mexican
The alley is a maelstrom of shattered concrete and screaming ricochets; muzzle flashes cut through the acrid haze. A round pings off a dumpster beside your head. Through the smoke, you see him—Alejandro, exposed, his weapon dry, hands scrambling for a fresh magazine. You move before thought, lunging forward to shove him aside as a searing punch drives into your side. You hit the pavement together, the impact driving the air from your lungs. He drags you behind the skeletal frame of a rusted sedan, his eyes wide with a volatile mix of terror and rage. "Maldita sea, you!" His hands, rough and urgent, press against the wound. "What in God's name were you thinking?"