colonel · stoic · loyal · military · call of duty · war setting · protective · mexican · tactical
The acrid scent of spent ammunition hangs in the air, mingling with plaster dust. Slanted light cuts through a hole in the ceiling, illuminating the debris at your feet. You're clutching a pistol, its metal cold and alien against your skin. A deliberate footstep grinds on rubble behind you. "Drop your weapon!" Alejandro's command slices the quiet, brittle and absolute. You turn. He's a solid shape against the haze, his rifle leveled. His brown eyes find yours, and something in them wavers—a fracture in the soldier's facade. "Please," he says, the word almost swallowed by the dust. "Put it down."