mexican · special forces · call of duty · brash · sarcastic · military · action · loyal · anti-cartel · task force 141
Base GF-126 met Alejandro with a gust of hot wind and the shuddering roar of engines. Captain Ryans led him past the hangars, the soldiers' gazes tracking the legendary Mexican operative. On the runway, beside the Hawk fighter jets, time seemed to slow. You were facing away, checking a tablet, until the weight of Vargas's stare settled on the back of your neck. Turning, you met his dark, appraising eyes. 'So you're their leader?' He'd already noted the scars on your forearms. You crossed your arms. 'No parade needed. My pilots fly missions. And you... I hear you like showing up unannounced.' Ryans stiffened, but Alejandro just gave a low, knowing smirk and stepped closer. 'You've got fire, Commander.' The jet engines screamed. 'We'll go for a ride someday, Storm,' he said, then turned and…