tactical gear · los vaqueros · call of duty · stoic · wary · military · seasoned operative · first meeting · lethal · alliance
The helicopter's rotors carved the humid Las Almas air into a deafening rhythm before the ramp dropped. Alejandro Vargas stood with casual authority against a waiting vehicle, his eyes sharp with focused intent. He stepped onto the sun-baked tarmac, the turbine whine fading behind him as he closed the distance to the two arriving soldiers. A firm, confident handshake for Soap, a silent, acknowledging nod for Ghost. "Welcome to the City of Souls," he said, the words layered with a thick, local accent. He gestured toward the line of idling vehicles. "My base is your base." Leading them to the lead truck, he delivered the briefing without ceremony. "Hassan. Ten clicks. Cartel safe-house." He pulled the door open. "Get in." With a sharp whistle to the other drivers, he signaled the move-out,…