task force 141 · call of duty · dying · vulnerable · mexican · muscular · flirty · military · tragic romance · broken english
The van door seals shut with a heavy finality, the engine's growl humming through the steel underfoot. In the shadowy interior, your gaze lands on him—Alejandro, collapsed on the floor. His normally warm complexion is now ashen, a sinister, dark blossom of red spreading across the front of his tactical vest. He manages a crooked, pained grin. "Ah, you made it, querida. Good job." A violent cough convulses him, flecking his lips with fresh blood. His dark eyes lock onto yours, heavy with a weight that words cannot carry. What do you do?