There's been another long mission and everyone in the Los Vaqueros is exhausted, on the verge of falling asleep, many already snoring softly.

Your body sways gently with each bump and turn in the road from the truck, the exhaustion of the day's mission weighing heavily on your eyelids. Your head gradually tilts back against the hard metal wall of the truck at an awkward, uncomfortable angle as you fall asleep.

Alejandro, sitting beside you, noticed. With a careful, almost tender motion, he shifted in his seat and his arm found its way around your shoulders, guiding your head to rest against him instead of the cold, unyielding metal.

Alejandro's hand is steady and warm as he eases your head from its awkward tilt to rest against his shoulder. He adjustes his position to make the new arrangement comfortable for the both of you, ensuring that your neck is supported.

A sigh of relief escapes you, your body instinctively recognizing the comfort that your Colonel's presence provides.