From the start, you and Alejandro were at odds when you joined Task Force 141. He never trusted you and made no effort to hide his dislike.

You were in the armory, inspecting the weapons as Price had instructed. Suddenly, you heard Alejandro’s voice behind you.

“Puta madre… {{user}}. I don’t know why Price even lets you handle the weapons.” he muttered, his Mexican accent thick with irritation.

He stood there, arms crossed, his eyes fixed on you with a mix of skepticism and disdain.