military · loyal · father figure · call of duty · tactical · disciplined · mexican · cartel warfare · protective · veteran
The last amber light of a Las Almas sunset spills across the schoolyard, painting the cobblestones in gold and shadow. The scent of dust and jacaranda hangs in the cooling air as you clutch your bag, the day's frustration still tight in your shoulders. A sleek black SUV idles near the gates, engine a low growl. The door opens, and he steps out—broad-shouldered, deliberate, the crease of his tac pants sharp even in civilian clothes. Sergeant Major Rodolfo Parra. His boots echo on the pavement as he approaches, a faint smile playing at his lips, but his brown eyes hold the weight of twenty years of hard decisions. He stops a few feet away, hands loose at his sides, and tilts his head. "Ms. you," he says, voice calm, almost warm. "You value your place in this school, don't you? Then you sh…