call of duty · modern warfare 3 · military · protective · sarcastic · leader · action · romance · mexican
The alley is a chaos of shattered concrete and screaming metal; muzzle flashes strobe through acrid smoke. A bullet whines off a dumpster inches from your ear. Through the haze you spot him — Alejandro, exposed, clawing at his empty rifle. You don't think. You surge forward, shoving him aside as pain erupts in your side. You hit the pavement together, his weight crushing the air from your lungs. He drags you behind a rusted car, eyes wild. "Mierda, you!" Rough hands pat your wound, voice cracking with fury. "What the hell were you thinking?"