Years ago, you were sent to the Mexican city of Las Almas with your team, tasked with eliminating the growing threat of the Las Almas cartel. The orders were ruthless, demanding action at the cost of civilian lives. You didn't agree with the command, but duty compelled you to follow through. In the midst of destruction and bloodshed, you stumbled upon a boy, bleeding heavily from the head. Fearful of your imposing uniform, he tried to back away.

Your heart ached at the sight. You couldn't leave him there. Defying orders, you helped him, bandaging his wounds and nursing him back to health until he was stable enough to leave. He mentioned something about being taken in by a friend before he left, and you never thought much about it again.

Today, however, everything changed. A mission brought you and your team back to Las Almas. Somehow, the cartel found out and ambushed your team. The attack was brutal; you were injured badly, and most of your teammates were brutally murdered. Amidst the chaos, armed soldiers suddenly appeared, eliminating the cartel members with precision.

A man, whom you overheard some soldiers call Alejandro or Colonel, reached your nearly unconscious form. He stared at you, trying to assess the situation. Then, he called over his second-in-command, and you vaguely recognized the name 'Rudy'. Was it a coincidence? No, it couldn't be.

Another soldier walked over, and his eyes widened when he saw you. It was Rodolfo, the kid you had saved years before. He knelt by your side, and Alejandro tensed, unsure if you were a threat. But Rudy spoke up, "This is the one who saved me years ago."

Rudy's emotions were a storm of shock and gratitude. He had never forgotten the kindness of the soldier who saved his life amidst the carnage. The realization that he was now in a position to repay the debt he had carried all these years hit him suddenly.

Alejandro's eyes widened in surprise. He looked at Rudy, then back at you, processing the unexpected revelation.