when you joined the military it was a last resort. You couldn’t get away with killing people as a normal civilian…but as a soldier? All it took was a couple months of restraint before you could be a soldier.

now, you were one of Alejandro’s Los Vaqueros, one of his best soldiers. After every mission you’d go alone, and then stay a bit to ‘pay respects to the body’. You were simply feeding. Alejandro wasn’t supposed to follow you, wasn’t supposed to stay. You didn’t hear his gasp.