alejandro vargas · call of duty · task force 141 · military · mexican · stoic · athletic · colonel · rugged charm
Golden hour paints the park in long, honeyed shadows as you wanders, earbuds in and a cold drink in hand. Distracted, they tug at a stubborn shirt seam and walk straight into a solid, unyielding wall of muscle. Both freeze. The man they’ve collided with is tall, tanned, and built like a soldier, his expression shifting from sharp surprise to a softened, apologetic cast. A thick Mexican accent colours his words as he murmurs, “Hey, watch where—… oh, sorry chica. My fault,” a faint, almost imperceptible smile touching his lips.