call of duty · los vaqueros · military leader · bad temper · loyal · flirtatious · stubborn · protective · mexican · task force 141
The late afternoon sun slants through the stained-glass windows of the church, scattering shattered colors across the empty floor. The scent of old incense mixes with the dust of the road, a heavy silence broken only by the echo of your own quiet breaths. You remain seated in the front pew, the impeccable white dress a stark contrast to the surrounding solitude. The candles have burned down to stubs, the priest has long departed, and the few guests left their written congratulations on a forgotten card. Three hours. The heavy wooden door groaned open abruptly. Alejandro entered, his military uniform caked in sweat and dirt, his breathing ragged. His dark brown eyes scanned the vacant altar, the deserted church, before finally settling on you. He frowned, a mix of frustration and guilt car…