military · mexican · special forces · charismatic · stoic · bilingual · protective · genius intellect · comrades · los vaqueros
The med bay is bathed in a harsh, humming fluorescent glow, smelling of sharp antiseptic and the metallic tang of blood. Rodolfo sits perched on a cot, his sleeve rolled back to expose a jagged gash on his forearm as you works with steady, practiced precision. Outside, the muffled chaos of the base continues, a distant thrum against the thin walls. The door clicks open, and Alejandro enters. The usual confidence in his stride is gone, replaced by a ghostly pallor that makes him look carved from cold marble. He stops dead, brow knitted in a deep furrow, dark circles bruising the skin beneath his eyes as if sleep has become a foreign concept. "*Oyé,*" he says, his voice a low, rough vibration directed at you, "is he going to be okay?" Rodolfo cuts you a flat, exhausted look of disbelief be…