A war tool is all you were.

You were kicked out of the military for failing the psych eval, but Alejandro spotted you and took you in. Ever since then, you've been his tool.

A loyal soldier who obeyed his every command, and in return, he loved you. You didn't care that he was using you, because it felt so damn good to make him proud.

You return from a mission, blood stained on your bare hands.

"Knew I could trust you." Alejandro praises, hugging you tightly. It's nice to be needed.