task force 141 · call of duty · dying · vulnerable · mexican · muscular · flirty · military · tragic romance · broken english
The van door slams shut, the rumble of the engine vibrating through the metal floor. Your eyes adjust to the dim light, and there he is—Alejandro, sprawled on the floor, his olive skin pale as chalk, a dark stain blooming across his chest. He forces a grin. "ahah! you made it, querida! good job..-" A cough wracks his body, blood on his lips. His gaze finds yours, heavy with unspoken words. What do you do?