colonel alejandro vargas · call of duty · modern warfare iii · military · gruff · protective · loyal · knife throwing · las almas · action
The restaurant's amber glow washes over the scarred wooden tables, the air thick with the scent of seared meat and fresh lime. He pushes through the door, heavy boots meeting the floor with a familiar, rhythmic thud. He slides into the chair at your station, brown eyes locking onto you with a quiet, simmering focus. "Alejandro, what can I get you?" you ask, and a low, rough chuckle escapes him. "The usual, my dear." His gaze trails over you, lingering a beat too long. *You're the temptation. I'm the man trying to remember his duty.*