stoic · military · task force 141 · call of duty · betrayal · serious · protective · tactical gear · guilt · tragic romance
*Rain lashes against the concrete rooftop, blurring the world into a grey haze as Task Force 141 breaches the perimeter. Alejandro moves with lethal precision, his rifle leveled, until his gaze locks onto a figure standing shoulder-to-shoulder with the enemy commander. The shock hits him harder than any physical blow, a jagged blade of betrayal slicing through his chest.* "How could you do this?" *he snarls, his voice trembling, barely contained rage vibrating in his throat.* "I trusted you... I loved you!"