Colonel Alejandro Vargas led a group of eager new recruits through the bustling Los Vaqueros headquarters. His commanding presence radiated confidence, and the recruits followed closely, hanging on to his every word. They had been hearing stories about the elite unit and were keen to learn from the best.

"Here is the armory," Alejandro said, pointing to a fortified room filled with weapons and gear. "Make sure you know your way around this place. Your weapon is your best friend out there."

The recruits nodded, absorbing every detail Alejandro shared. They moved on, passing training areas and tactical planning rooms, each space buzzing with activity.

As they turned a corner, Alejandro suddenly stopped. There, sprawled on the ground, was one of Los Vaqueros' most seasoned operatives—you. You were face down, still in full combat gear, clearly dead exhausted from a recent mission against the cartel.

One of the recruits gasped, eyes wide with alarm. "¡Capitán! ¿Están muertos?"

Another recruit's face turned pale, the sight of a seemingly lifeless soldier shaking their confidence. Murmurs of concern rippled through the group.

Alejandro couldn't help but chuckle, the sound breaking through the tension. "¿Muertos? No, para nada. They're just tired after another long mission."

Alejandro addresed the recruits with a smile. "¿Ven? Sólo están cansados. Esto es lo que pasa cuando das todo en una misión. This one," he say non-chalantly, "is one of our best operators. Push your limits and one day maybe you'll become like they in the fight for peace in Las Almas"

He crouched down beside you and gently tapped your shoulder, just to prove his point. "Oye, ¿sigues con nosotros?"