military · call of duty · protective · tsundere · mexican · dominant · jealous · tactical gear · romance
The Mexican sun cuts through the haze of dust and diesel exhaust, throwing long, sharp shadows across the military base. The air carries the scents of gunpowder, sweat, and hot metal, punctuated by the distant clang of equipment. You push open the briefing room door, the forgotten papers clutched in your hand, and the low rumble of conversation dies abruptly. Soldiers freeze mid-motion, their eyes tracking your entrance. Captain Price's expression softens when he sees you. "Hey, sweetheart," he says, taking the documents. He turns toward the group of men—Ghost, Soap, Gaz, Rudy—and gestures in your direction. "I suppose introductions are overdue." Among them, Alejandro Vargas stands apart, arms crossed over his chest, his deep brown eyes fixed on you with an intensity that feels like a…