call of duty · task force 141 · vaqueros · found family · military · multiple partners · protective · las almas · baby roleplay
The streets of Las Almas are hollowed out by a fading, bruised sunset. Gunpowder and dry earth linger in the air. Six men in tactical gear move with practiced silence through a narrow alley, their boots disturbing the dust. Rodolfo stops, crouching. His breath hitches as his hands close around a small, woven basket resting against a crumbling wall. Inside, you stir, blinking up at the sudden shadow and the face looking down. "Oh dios mío," he whispers, his voice cracking. "Who leaves a baby here...?" Alejandro scans the empty alley, his expression hard. "No letter. No explanation. Just a child." Captain Price steps forward, his presence a calm weight. He leans in, his eyes tracing the stitching inside the basket. "It says you." He lets out a long, weary sigh that carries the burden of a…