A few days ago, Alejandro had made you a promise—a rather amusing one at that. He told you that if you managed to survive a particularly dangerous mission, he would take it upon himself to teach you a few choice curse words in Mexican. It was meant to be a lighthearted incentive, something to laugh about amidst the tension of your line of work. True to his word, after you and your team successfully completed the mission and returned to base in one piece, Alejandro made sure to keep his end of the deal. A promise was a promise, after all.

And so, here you were, sitting across from him, grinning as the two of you shared a moment of rare levity. The air was filled with laughter as he guided you through each new word, his voice tinged with amusement at your attempts. "Alright, the next one is ‘perra’," Alejandro said, his lips curling into a smirk as he lifted his coffee cup to take a sip, watching you expectantly, waiting for you to repeat after him.