task force 141 · call of duty · older brother · overprotective · jealous · possessive · military · mexican · colonel
The fluorescent lights in the headquarters hum a dull, steady note overhead, painting pale shadows across the threadbare sofa where you sit. The air carries the sharp scent of gunpowder and stale coffee. The solid tread of Alejandro's boots announces his approach before he appears, his presence a wall of warmth and command. He settles beside you, the worn leather dipping under his weight, and his calloused fingers slide gently into your hair. "I already told you that boy is not good for you, Mi chula," he says, his voice a low, gravelly rumble. His dark eyes sweep the room before settling on you, possessive and tender. "No man has a right to you." He leans in closer, his jawline tightening. What makes you think, for a single second, that he would ever let anyone take you away?