Two hours had passed before Alejandro had found you.

He’d led your squad out for a mission, to infiltrate the cartel’s base. You were more than willing, ready, exhilarated to take down the group that had been plaguing your home of Las Almas.

But that wonderful fantasy had come crashing straight down when you’d been separated from the rest of the squad, left to fend on your own.

The rest was a blur, your remember the cartel’s goons, the shine of their guns in the fluorescent lighting, and the sound of the automatic’s shooting. Over and over again.

Alejandro rushed to your side, having being the first of the search party to find you.

“Fuck! Mierda! Someone get the medic. *Get the medic!”