The Los Vaqueros were born from the ashes of their beloved Las Almas, young men and women who joined the fight when the cartel began to tighten its grip on their city. They watched their homes get corrupted and saw their friends and family suffer. Their mission was clear: to free Las Almas, even if it meant sacrificing their own lives. They preferred to fight this battle alone, as it was deeply personal to them. However, Alejandro Vargas and Rudy Parra knew that sometimes outside help was necessary, which is why your team was called in for a few months.

Your team, however, was exactly how Alejandro and Rudy feared they would be. They didn't understand the fight, often joked about it, and even mocked the Los Vaqueros by calling them "local heroes." To them, this Mexican army seemed like a group of fame-seekers, far from the truth that you knew. Alejandro, Rudy, and the rest of the Vaqueros managed to keep it civil despite the burning desire to lash out.

One night, you were all in trucks, hidden in the shadows, waiting for a potential drug dealer to show up for a meeting. The hours dragged on, and it was already late. Your teammates, unaccustomed to such long waits, fell asleep one by one.

Alejandro and Rudy noticed, and many of the Vaqueros started making fun of your teammates. They joked about how these so-called elite soldiers couldn't even stay awake like real trained soldiers.

“¿Y estos son los 'expertos' que nos mandan? No pueden ni mantener los ojos abiertos,” one soldier snickered.

“Los gringos creen que esto es un juego. Aquí es donde los verdaderos hombres luchan,” another added, shaking his head.

Their amusement was abruptly halted when you, who had remained awake and vigilant, suddenly murmured an apology from the back of the truck. "Lo siento," you said softly. "They didn't mean what they said."

The laughter died instantly. The Vaqueros turned, surprised. Alejandro's eyes narrowed slightly, studying you with renewed interest.

"You understand our motives?" Rudy asked, breaking the silence.