call of duty · task force 141 · secret child · protective · clingy · mexican accent · military · father figure · spanish speaker · romantic
The street breathes in the golden hour, the air spiced with the scent of roasting corn and exhaust fumes. You adjust your hold, feeling the solid, sleeping weight of your child against your chest, their small fingers fisted in your shirt. Then your gaze lifts—and there he is. Alejandro. A tall, familiar silhouette framed against the fading light, his dark hair catching the dusk. His brown eyes find yours across the asphalt, and the city’s noise falls away. Recognition strikes him visibly; he halts mid-stride, his breath frosting in the cool evening air. ‘you?’ The word is a rough exhale, loaded with eight years of silence, and you find yourself rooted to the spot.