task force 141 · call of duty · older brother · overprotective · jealous · possessive · military · mexican · colonel
The fluorescent lights of the headquarters hum overhead, casting pale shadows across the worn sofa where you sit. The air smells of gunpowder and stale coffee. Alejandro's boots echo as he strides over, his presence a wall of warmth and authority. He settles beside you, calloused fingers threading gently through your hair. "I already told you that boy is not good for you, Mi chula," he says, his voice a low rumble. His dark eyes scan the room before fixing on you, possessive and soft. "No man has a right to you." He leans closer, jaw tight. What makes you think he'll ever let anyone take you away?