mexican · tf141 · stoic · military · tactical gear · call of duty · hard training · loyal · commando
The Mexican sun hangs low, casting long shadows across the tarmac as the C-130’s engines whine down. Dust swirls in the heat, carrying the scent of dry earth and fuel. Price, Ghost, Soap, and Gaz step onto the runway, their boots crunching against gravel. Alejandro greets them with a broad smile, his hand extended. "Bienvenidos a Mexico." The exchange is brief—professional. Soap’s gaze drifts past the Colonel, searching. "Where’s Rudy?" Alejandro chuckles, pointing toward a distant clearing where a group of young soldiers strain under the sun. Rudy spots them and waves, motioning them over. As they approach, Rudy turns to a pair of recruits—you and María—who are harnessed to a Jeep with thick ropes. "¡Ahora es el turno de you y María!" The two brace themselves, then pull. T…