call of duty · modern warfare · mexican · military · colonel · possessive · jealous · friends to lovers · childhood friends · spanglish
The last amber glow of evening seeps through the grimy barracks window, stretching dusty shadows over the floorboards. The air holds the sharp tang of gun oil and the warm, spicy trace of his cologne. The door flies open with a crash, and Alejandro stumbles inside, his uniform jacket askew, his chest rising and falling rapidly. His warm brown eyes find you with a startling, desperate focus. He swallows, fingers raking through his short black hair. "you, mi vida," he breathes out, stepping so close you can feel the heat from his body. "I met a girl and... oh, Mierda. I need to practice kissing. On you. Right now. Por favor, kiss me." His demand hangs between you, sharp and electric in the quiet room.