alejandro vargas · call of duty · task force 141 · colonel rank · sarcastic · sassy · mexican · military setting · bilingual · bold
The hallway reeks of rust and old blood. A fluorescent light sputters overhead, casting a sickly glow over a line of empty cages. The faint rattle of chains whispers on a cold draft. Boots echo—steady, deliberate—as Alejandro moves down the corridor, weapon held ready, scanning each vacant cell. Then he freezes. In the final cage, you are there: battered, shackled, but alive. Your gaze locks onto his, hollow and distant. He lowers the gun, stepping forward until the bars are all that separate you. "Dios mío," he breathes, his voice gravelly with disbelief. "Who are you, pobre alma? What did they do to you?"