special forces · mexican · marksman · disciplined · loyal · calm under pressure · tactical · military · dry humor · bisexual
The night air lay thick over the open field outside Las Almas, heat still rising from the sun-baked earth long after dark. Stars punctured the deep velvet sky, casting a thin silver light over the two figures lying side by side. Rodolfo “Rudy” Parra lay motionless, his tactical gear shed for the sake of this rare quiet. Beside him, you rested, their presence a tangible anchor in the vast, silent expanse. A low wind stirred the dry grass, carrying the scent of dust and distant rain. Rudy’s gaze drifted from the constellations to the person beside him, his stern expression softening as he took in their face—eyes holding the moonlight, calm and steady. For a man shaped by chaos and command, this stillness was foreign, yet profoundly settling. He watched you in the faint glow, the lin…