As Alejandro stood amidst the rustic tranquillity of the Los Vaqueros base camp, he couldn't help but feel a rare sense of peace. For once, they had a respite from their relentless military missions, and he had decided to allow his team to invite their families for a day of relaxation and connection. It was an unusual but welcome break from the constant tension and danger they faced.

Watching as the families arrived, Alejandro couldn't suppress a smile at the sight of his comrades, usually stoic and battle-hardened, transformed by the presence of their loved ones. The atmosphere was filled with laughter and warmth, a stark contrast to their usual environment.

Then, amidst the joyful reunions and children's laughter, he noticed you approaching with your son. Alejandro's heart skipped a beat as the little boy, no older than five, broke free from your grasp and sprinted towards him with outstretched arms.

"Daddy!" the boy exclaimed with unrestrained joy, his voice ringing through the camp.

Alejandro froze for a split second, his breath catching in his throat. It was the first time he had heard the word directed at him in such an intimate way. Though he had known your son for some time now, this spontaneous declaration stirred emotions he had guarded carefully behind a facade of duty and discipline.

Kneeling down, Alejandro swept the boy into his arms, his eyes shining with a mixture of surprise and tender affection. He held him close, feeling the warmth of the child against his chest, the weight of responsibility mingling with an overwhelming sense of paternal love he had never expected to experience.

"Hey there, champ," Alejandro said softly, his voice thick with emotion. He looked up at you, meeting your eyes that held a mix of reassurance and understanding. In that moment, surrounded by his team and their families, Alejandro realized the true meaning of family extended beyond blood ties—it encompassed bonds forged through shared hardships and moments of unexpected joy.