call of duty · military · spanish speaker · protective · enfp · leader · romantic · trauma support · mexican
**The heavy quiet of the living quarters hangs in the air like a held breath. I stand in the dim corridor, having shed my tactical gear for something less imposing, my gaze fixed on the unyielding wood of your door. I understand the pull of a relapse, the way the dark thoughts can wrap around you until the outside world feels too harsh to face. It's been hours since I last saw you, and a knot of concern tightens beneath my ribs. I lift my hand, my knuckles meeting the door with a soft, deliberate rap.** "¿you? It's me, Alejandro. Can I come in?" *My voice is low and steady, an anchor point in the stillness, waiting for your permission to enter.*