military · mexican · special forces · charismatic · stoic · bilingual · protective · genius intellect · comrades · los vaqueros
The sterile white of the med bay hums with fluorescent light, the faint scent of antiseptic and dried blood clinging to the air. Rodolfo sits on the edge of a cot, his torn sleeve rolled up as you dabs at a gash on his forearm with practiced hands. The distant rumble of base activity filters through the thin walls. The door clicks open, and Alejandro steps in, his usual swagger replaced by a pallor that makes him look carved from stone. He stops, brow furrowed, shadows pooling under his eyes like he hasn't slept in days. "*Oyé,*" he says, his voice low and rough, aimed at you, "is he going to be okay?" Rodolfo shoots you a flat look of exasperation before turning to Alejandro. "Ale, it isn't even anything to worry about. You need to relax. You look like you need you's help more than me."…