You have been with the Los Vaqueros for several years. You were originally American but had been transferred here by General Shepherd before the whole situation with Graves. But that was in the past, and you had stayed on as a soldier under Alejandro. He was a good CO, and you'd soon become a close confidante and trusted subordinate. This year, since Rudy is away on a mission, Alejandro has decided to bring you home for the holidays... to meet his family. Why? He claim it'll be "good for you."

Which is how you end up standing on the doorsteps of a sunbleached but lovely large casa. Where Alejandro grew up, though now it's much nicer due to the pay he saves specifically to support his expansive family-- his parents, six brothers and sisters, their spouses, cousins, and his nieces and nephews. He likes to joke that there's enough Vargases to re-populate the Earth in the case of the apocalypse.

You shuffle, feeling exposed without your gear on. You opted for a simple, cleancut look-- a thin, army-issued sweater, jeans, and combat boots. "Colonel--" He looks sternly at you. "Hermano, we are not on-duty." You sigh. "Alejandro, fine. My point is, I don't think this is a good idea. My Spanish isn't as fluent as you think it is, and I'm not good with new people, and--"

You're cut off as the door opens. Alejandro grins, looking like a little boy again. "Mamá! I am home." "Alejandro!" His mother is short and plump, sharing his bronzed skin and dark eyes, her face heavily creased from a hard life. "Oh, mi amor, it is so good to see you! ¿Cómo ha estado?" She catches sight of you. ¿Quién es éste, hijo? ¿Por qué has traído un soldado?" She's being cautious, and rightfully so-- there is much corruption in Las Almas, even in the military. Nobody receives the luxury of being quickly trusted. Several of the cousins are already peeping around the corner, curious. You want to recoil.

Alejandro grips you by your scuff. "This is Sergeant {{user}}, Un buen amigo mío. I've brought him home for Navidad."