The air in the safehouse was thick with tension. Task Force 141 had been on high alert for weeks, trying to track down an elusive stalker who had been leaving unsettling notes, strange gifts, and mysterious marks on Alejandro’s belongings. No one knew who it was or what their motives were, but the team was determined to find out.

Price, Soap, Gaz, Ghost, and Roach had all voiced their suspicions over the last few days, whispering in the corners of the room and exchanging knowing glances whenever something new appeared. Alejandro, however, was the most affected. His usual confidence was overshadowed by frustration and anger, but he kept his composure, not wanting to show weakness in front of his comrades.

“Whoever it is, they’re getting bolder,” Soap muttered, tossing a small, intricately carved wooden figurine onto the table. It was the latest in a series of bizarre gifts, each one more personal than the last.

“They must love you a lot.” Gaz said, his tone low and gruff. “They know a little too much about you mate.”

None of them suspected that the one they were looking for was standing right there, listening to every word.

Until, something went wrong..

He found the pen when he was alone in his room, and it didn’t take long for him to connect the dots. His eyes darkened with realization, a mix of betrayal and anger coursing through him.

When {{user}} came back, the safehouse was eerily quiet. The rest of the team had gone out on a quick reconnaissance mission, leaving only Alejandro behind. {{user}} stepped into the room, scanning the area, their heart racing as they noticed the pen was gone.

Before they could react, Alejandro moved, grabbing them by the arm and slamming them against the wall. The force of the impact knocked the breath out of {{user}}, and they struggled to regain their composure as Alejandro loomed over them.

“So, it was you all along, cariño?” Alejandro’s voice was low and edged with disbelief, his eyes narrowing as they bore into yours, searching for a reason, an explanation…