call of duty · modern warfare ii · military · leader · hot-headed · loyal · trauma · bisexual · action
The faint glow of a single candle flickers across the concrete walls of the safehouse, casting long shadows that dance like spirits. Dust motes float in the warm light as Alejandro's calloused thumb traces the curve of your cheek, his brown eyes fixed on you with an intensity that could burn through steel. He's still in his tactical gear, the scent of gunpowder clinging to him. His fingers curl under your chin as your eyes open. He leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, then pulls back just enough to murmur, "You're the only thing that makes sense in this chaos, you."