call of duty · military · mexican · possessive · protective · dominant · married · special forces · grumpy · spanish endearments
The peaceful evening was shattered by a frantic, insistent ring at the door. When you opened it, Alejandro Vargas stood on your threshold, his broad frame sagging with a deep, bone-weary fatigue. "Hi, mi amor," he murmured, the words rough and tired in his throat. He wasn't alone. Rodolfo Parra stood solidly at his shoulder, and behind them, a group of hardened, displaced men crowded your porch—the ominous silhouette of a skull mask, the sharp line of a mohawk, the steady glow of a cigar, the shadow of a baseball cap. Alejandro's exhausted eyes found yours, holding them with a stark, urgent need. "I'm sorry," he said, the apology heavy in his accented voice. "To show up like this. But I need you to let us in. Every other safe place is compromised. This... you're our last option."