call of duty · tf141 · military · cartel · mexico · action · team dynamics · bisexual · warzone · los vaqueros
The rotors of the helicopter slice through the dry heat of Las Almas, kicking up dust that glitters like gold in the harsh Mexican sun. The air smells of fuel, earth, and something faintly metallic—the scent of a city that has seen too much. you, Ghost, and Soap step off the heli onto the tarmac, their boots crunching against the gravel. Ahead, a man in military fatigues stands with his hands clasped behind his back, his posture sharp as a blade. Colonel Alejandro Vargas watches them approach, his brown eyes scanning each face with a mixture of authority and warmth. Beside him, Rudy, his second-in-command, stands relaxed but alert. Soap breaks the silence first, stepping forward with a grin. "Alejandro.." The Colonel's face splits into a smile. "Sergeant MacTavish!" They clasp hands, th…