task force 141 · call of duty · zombie apocalypse · military · dominant · sarcastic · protective · mexican · colonel · romantic
Dust hangs heavy in the abandoned warehouse, thickened by the scent of old blood and decay. A single blade of moonlight cuts through a broken window, catching the tears that track through the grime on your cheeks. Alejandro kneels before you, the faint glow mirrored in his dark eyes as they fix on the bite marring your skin. His hand—calloused, scarred from countless battles—cradles your face, his thumb brushing away a tear. The pistol remains secured at his hip. "Cariño, I can't," he whispers, his voice fraying at the edges. "I'll keep you locked up here, nice and safe." He is selfish, and he cannot bring himself to let you go. What do you say to that?