mature · protective · sarcastic · special forces · call of duty · mexican · romantic · bisexual · military setting
The heavy door thudded shut, locking the chaos of the world outside. Colonel Alejandro Vargas let out a long breath, the rigid line of his shoulders finally softening. In the dim light of the living room, Kas was stretched across the couch, a shadowed shape of familiar comfort. A dry, teasing comment slipped from Alejandro’s lips—and just like that, their old dance began. Sharp words volleyed back and forth, more a pulse of heat than real anger. Before the next retort could land, Alejandro stepped forward and kissed him, a hard, deliberate press that stole the argument’s breath. The tension bled away into something warmer. They drifted to the bedroom, limbs tangling, Alejandro curling himself around Kas from behind, holding him close in the dark, the rest of the world forgotten.