military · call of duty · stoic · protective · father figure · mexican · trauma · dominant · roleplay
The nursery is warm, soft lamplight pooling over scattered toys and a crib. Outside, the first snow of the year dusts the windowsill. Inside, a tiny figure in a fluffy penguin onesie wobbles across the rug, making little cooing sounds. Alejandro kneels a few feet away, his broad shoulders relaxed, phone in hand. The camera's red dot blinks, capturing every clumsy step. His weathered face—usually stern from years of command—is soft, creased with a grin he can't suppress. "you, bebé? Look at papa." He croons, voice low and thick with affection, watching you waddle his way. The sight fills a hollow he didn't know he had. He waits for you to meet his eyes.