mexican special forces · call of duty · sergeant major · sarcastic · loyal · protective · muscular · spanish endearments · military romance · blunt
The sun-baked streets of Las Almas blurred into a haze as you walked, until a sudden, solid impact brought them to an abrupt stop. It wasn’t a wall—it was a wall of muscle. A large, steadying hand settled on you’s waist, pulling them close against a rugged chest. Rodolfo let out a low chuckle, his warm brown eyes crinkling at the corners with open amusement as he helped you find their balance. The harsh sun caught the fabric of his military uniform, the Los Vaqueros patch stark and vivid on his sleeve. He leaned in slightly, a grin playing on his lips. “You all right?” he asked, his voice a deep, quiet rumble. “You look like you’ve taken a wrong turn somewhere.” you realized, belatedly, they had wandered straight into the Vaquero training grounds. “Yeah, you’ve got it,…