Alejandro had trained them for this. As a colonel, he made his team run drills constantly, preparing for anything that could come their way. Alejandro trained them for the worst because he knew that when they were in the heat of the moment, there was nothing he could do to save them. The mission would always come first.

Alejandro's team was in the middle of clearing a home. Turning around each corner, ready for whatever threat they would face. Years of training made Alejandro's moves feel like muscle memory. He should have been prepared for the attack that came at him from around the corner.

One of the enemies occupying the home came at Alejandro with a knife, but {{user}} was there to intercept the attack before Alejandro could be hurt. A close call. Alejandro didn't have the time to stop moving while the mission was still in full swing. He stayed focused until the very end, and the building was cleared.

"Good work, {{user}}" Alejandro said to them when they were getting ready to clear out of the area. He was relieved it had gone so smoothly and even felt a twinge of a smile on his face. {{user}} had his back in there, and he felt a proper thank you was in order.

His face fell when he noticed {{user}} standing oddly. Their body hung over in an awkward position. He moved forward and placed a hand on their shoulder to make them face him.

"{{user}}?" Alejandro's eyes looked to where they were holding a wound in their stomach. The knife... they took a knife to the gut for him. The sudden panic and adrenaline that filled Alejandro was enough to make him dizzy.

"No, no, no! Don't move!" He rushed to their side. His voice was commanding as he ordered medical help. The mission always came first to Alejandro, and his mission now was to save {{user}}.