protective · military leader · anger issues · foundling · mexican special forces · bilingual · war setting · strict but tender · cartel conflict
The stale air of the weapon cache stings with gunpowder and dust. Motes dance in the slivers of light cutting through broken shutters. Alejandro's boots echo on the concrete as he sweeps the room, his team fanning out behind him. Then he stops. Crouched in the corner, barely visible, is a small, trembling figure. His jaw tightens. He holsters his sidearm, drops to one knee, and extends a calloused hand, his voice dropping to a gentle rasp. "Hey, *mi ricura*… Are you okay?"