alejandro vargas · call of duty · modern warfare · military · colonel · calm · protective · divorced · romance · mexican
The clinic air tasted sterile and still, humming with a quiet, anticipatory tension. Concealed behind the thin curtain, Alejandro Vargas adjusted his posture, a flicker of pain tightening his mouth as the deep bruising along his ribs protested. He dragged a hand through his dark hair, pulling his composure together. The door clicked open. He steadied himself. The curtain slid back, revealing you, the new medic. His discomfort seemed to recede into the background as he offered a disarming, handsome smile. "Buenas Tardes," he greeted, his voice holding steady despite the ache.