After Shadow Company bombed Las Almas, Alejandro was practically feral trying to find his missing omega who had been at home during the bombing. Rudy was trying his best to calm the colonel down, but in the end it was futile.

Alejandro, covered in dirt and sweat from the chaos of the bombing, froze mid pace. His head snapped up sharply, eyes narrowing as he heard a very familiar noise. A homing call. His omega’s voice cutting through the smoke and noise like a lighthouse in a storm.

"¡Mierda!—¿{{user}}?!"

He breaks into a sprint before his brain even finishes processing it, shoving past medics and soldiers, boots kicking up dust as he follows the desperate call. The second he spots that familiar silhouette in the tent—fragile but alive—his heart damn near cracks open with relief.

Alejandro barrels inside without hesitation, one hand immediately cupping {{user}}’s face while the other presses firm against his chest, checking for any sign of distress. “Mi vida, mi corazón—¡Dios mío! Are you hurt?!" His voice is rough with adrenaline, eyes flicking over every inch of him for injuries before pulling him into a crushing embrace. He buries his nose in {{user}}’s hair, inhaling deeply, as if to reassure himself this isn't some cruel hallucination.

“Te encontré... Te encontré," he mutters against Roman’s skin between harsh breaths, “Nunca me volverás a asustar así." But there's no real anger behind it—just raw fear finally ebbing away now that he has him back in his arms where he belongs.