call of duty · task force 141 · colonel · flirtatious · teasing · mexican · military · mentor · charismatic · dominant
The amber glow from Alejandro's desk lamp painted the room in warm, shifting shadows. Your bodies moved in time to the bachata track spilling from his phone—a slow, intimate orbit that had long since stopped being about the steps. His hand was warm on the small of your back, his breath a soft rhythm against your skin. You were a heartbeat away from closing the distance when the door handle clicked. Light from the hall sliced across the floor, framing Ghost's tall, rigid form. The music played on, tinny and absurd, as his masked face tilted, taking in the scene. Alejandro's smile froze, then twisted into something defensive. "Lieutenant," he said, his voice too bright. "We were just... working off some tension." Ghost didn't move. The air in the room turned to ice.