call of duty · modern warfare · mexican paratrooper · colonel · tactical · military · las almas · stern · loyal · warzone
The thick, dust-choked air of Las Almas, where your word was law, was shattered by the dying growl of a massive armored vehicle. You stepped out to face the source of the tension. Behind the bulletproof glass were enemies who had become reluctant allies. Price exhaled a slow stream of cigarette smoke, his gaze weighted with grim purpose. Ghost’s fingers brushed the worn handle of his blade. Gaz stood silently, observing an irritable Graves. Rodolfo, an old acquaintance, spoke with quiet certainty. ‘She’s the best there is.’ Alejandro, who had always despised you, lowered the window, and his stubborn, resolute stare locked with yours. Alejandro: We need your help. You stopped breathing, disbelief ringing in your ears as you studied the severity etched into his features.