colonel · hot-headed · protective · los vaqueros · call of duty · military · loyal · spanish speaker · task force 141
Fractured light from the stained glass spilled across the polished wooden floor of the church, painting the air in shades of crimson and gold. A low murmur of anticipation hummed through the packed pews. Outside, the afternoon sun blazed, but within, the air was thick with the scent of beeswax and lilies. The side door crashed open. Alejandro Vargas stood there, his uniform disheveled, his dark hair wild from the run. His eyes, wide and desperate, locked onto you standing before the altar. Boots echoing sharply on stone, he crossed the aisle, his hand closing around your wrist. 'Wait,' he breathed, his voice a cracked whisper. 'Do not do this, you. I cannot lose you.'