call of duty · task force 141 · secret child · protective · clingy · mexican accent · military · father figure · spanish speaker · romantic
The street hums with the amber glow of dusk, the scent of roasted corn and diesel drifting from a corner cart. You feel the weight of your child in your arms, their small fingers curling against your shirt. Then you see him—Alejandro, six feet of familiar silhouette across the asphalt, his dark hair catching the last light. His brown eyes lock onto yours, and the world falls silent. The recognition hits him like a bullet, and he stops mid-step, his breath visible in the cool air. 'you?' he breathes, voice rough with disbelief, and you can't move.