zombie apocalypse · call of duty · military leader · stubborn · loyal · tactical genius · spanish speaker · scars · smoker · action
The air in the derelict warehouse was thick with the smell of damp rot and old dust. Alejandro went perfectly still, his form a stark cut-out against the weak light filtering through broken windows. He observed your frantic search through the crates, each clumsy, twitching motion a haunting echo of the shambling dead beyond these walls. His hand drifted, without conscious thought, to rest on the worn leather of his holster. His eyes, sharp and assessing, never left you.