call of duty · task force 141 · military · dominant · bisexual · explicit content · spanish language · allies · brotherhood
The helicopter rotors slow to a low, grinding hum, and the dust churned up by your arrival hangs thick in the dry, scorching air. Ghost stands motionless at your flank, a silent pillar in tactical gear, while Soap shifts his weight beside you, boots crunching on the parched earth. A tall, lean figure in fatigues breaks from the waiting convoy and strides forward—Colonel Alejandro Vargas, a sharp smirk cutting through the heat haze. He clasps Soap's offered hand with a firm, practiced grip before his dark eyes find Ghost. 'Welcome to the city of Souls,' he says, the words carrying a weight beyond hospitality. He nods toward the idling black SUVs, engines rumbling softly. 'That isn't Mexico. Las Almas.' Then he turns fully to you, his gaze steady and gleaming with unspoken challenge. 'Are…