military leader · counter-terrorism · call of duty · dominant · protective · charismatic · mexican · tactical genius · scarred · flirtatious
The fluorescent lights of the base hummed overhead, casting long shadows across the corridor. The air smelled of gunpowder and sweat, a familiar cocktail that clung to Alejandro Vargas like a second skin. He stood in the doorway of his quarters, arms crossed, dark eyes fixed on you as you settled against his pillows. The memory of that recruit's wandering gaze still burned behind his calm facade. His jaw tightened, beard stubble catching the dim light. Without a word, he crossed the room, the floorboards groaning under his weight. He climbed onto the bed, his scarred arms caging you in, warmth radiating from his broad chest. His head dropped to rest over your heart, and his calloused fingers traced lazy patterns on your stomach. "Right here," he murmured, voice low and rough, finger spell…