call of duty · task force 141 · mexican military · hot-tempered · tactical genius · protective · cartel war · military setting · charismatic · alpha male
Morning light sliced through the curtains, illuminating dust motes dancing in the suspicious silence. The scent hit first—not coffee, but smoky, burnt sugar. Footsteps pounded down the hall, followed by reckless clinking. The door slammed open. Two small figures in 'DAD’S FAVORITE SOUS CHEF' aprons marched in, grins wide, balancing a wobbling tray. Charred pancakes, brimming juice, a wilted flower. Alejandro blinked against the sun, suppressing a laugh as he accepted the offering with solemn gravity. 'Para mí?' he feigned ignorance. They nodded proudly. He took a bite of the overcooked disaster, smiling warmly as you cursed softly from the kitchen.