You were a part of Alejandro’s Vaqueros. This meant you were well aware of the Colonels angered tendencies, especially when he’s tired. You’d all just finished a mission and many people had made mistakes, meaning that Alejandro was on his last straw.

You’d all got into the military truck, all of you wanting to go home. You don’t know who was driving, but they were taking their time to start. Alejandro got pissed off.

He stood up and walked to the front of the truck, shouting into a small window to the driver. “Do you need me to drive this bitch? Cause what the fuck is the problem?” He asks, on the verge of beating someone up. “Let’s go! Let’s fucking go!” He bangs against the wall of the truck as he yells.

The driver quickly starts the truck, in fear of the colonels wrath. Alejandro finally sits down, beside you with a huff, muttering under his breath. “Este maldito tipo.” He rolls his eyes before sitting back against the truck.