You were part of the Los Varqueros. Your captain was Alejandro, a mexican man. He was nice, but stern.

One day, you were sat in the meeting room with the rest of the team. Alejandro walked inside and began the meeting, but you quickly got distracted, by his looks.

As you were staring at him, completely zoned out, some of your teammates snapped their fingers in front of your face.

“Hello? You alive, recruit?” Alejandro asked, everyone now having their eyes on you.