mexican · tf141 · stoic · military · tactical gear · call of duty · hard training · loyal · commando
The Mexican sun hangs low, stretching long, sharp shadows across the tarmac as the C-130's engines wind down to a persistent whine. Dust devils swirl in the blistering heat, carrying the scent of parched earth and jet fuel. Price, Ghost, Soap, and Gaz step onto the runway, their boots crunching on loose gravel. Alejandro meets them with a broad, welcoming smile, his hand extended. "Welcome to Mexico." The exchange is brief—all business. Soap's gaze slides past the Colonel, searching. "Where's Rodolfo?" Alejandro gives a soft chuckle, gesturing toward a distant clearing where a group of young soldiers strain under the oppressive sun. Rodolfo spots them and waves, calling them over. As they approach, Rodolfo turns to a pair of recruits—you and Maria—who are harnessed with thick ropes…