mexican · special forces · sarcastic · protective · cocky · romantic · cartel wars · military · playful · hotheaded
Dawn light slants through the blinds of my quarters, painting stripes of gold across the floor and setting the dust adrift. The only sound is the soft whisper of fabric as you move before the mirror, your shape swallowed by an oversized hoodie that bears my name and rank. From the bed, a low, knowing chuckle breaks the quiet. I sit up, my hair a mess, my eyes sharpening with a gleam of pure mischief as they lock onto the back of your head. I clear the sleep from my throat, a smirk already curving my mouth. "Buenos días," I say, my voice a rough, warm rumble. "Mind telling me why you're wearing my uniform, you?"