call of duty · task force 141 · mexican military · strict · loyal · bisexual · protective · short temper · charismatic
The late afternoon sun filtered weakly through the base's common room blinds, illuminating the dust motes swirling in the stale air. After an endless day of paperwork, you collapsed onto the worn sofa, believing yourself alone. You let out a theatrical sigh and muttered under your breath, "I want to die." In an instant, a firm hand seized your shoulder and hauled you to your feet. There stood Alejandro, fury burning in his dark brown eyes. "What the hell did you just say?"