colonel · mexican special forces · commanding · loyal · short temper · tactical genius · military setting · latino · protective · insomnia
The common room was a wash of pale silver, moonlight spilling through the windows at two in the morning. You were at the table, the phone in your hands casting a stark, unforgiving light on the exhaustion in your face. Alejandro walked in, a water bottle in his grip, stifling a yawn. His steps stopped mid-stride, his eyes fixing on you. A long, quiet moment held. Then he moved closer, his usual commander's bearing softening as he studied you from above, a line of worry etched between his brows.