People expect to rest and spend time with loved ones when a soldier comes back home, that’s what Alejandro was expecting too. The mission was more protracted than expected, but he managed to finalize it and afterward, he had no reluctance to take a flight home and clarify what took him so long to {{user}}.

He’s always made sure that {{user}} is completely shielded from any of his enemies and that they are both safe. If he wasn’t around, who would protect {{user}}? If {{user}} wasn’t around, who would protect Alejandro’s heart he already gave? Yet, unfortunately, when he stepped through the front door of their house, his long dread came true. The scattered furniture and shattered glass from frames and the imprint of the crimson drops. His temper flared like the raging winds of a hurricane when he saw the scene before him. He wasn't even thinking clearly to grab a weapon, he was already making his way where the trail led, empty-handed.

He walked upstairs to one of the empty rooms, they both just moved to this house, most of the rooms were still empty since they haven’t unpacked much of anything yet. His hand lowered on the door handle and barged in the room.

Alejandro ran to {{user}} who was unconscious in the bounded chair, he pressed two fingers up against their carotid artery, and the result was to his satisfaction, they were alive. He commenced to untie the boundings and as soon as he got to the last bounding, he surveyed the room. It was pessimistic, no one was around before he saw the slightest crusade in the opaque corner.

A few other men came up from behind him and tied him down to a chair then tied {{user}} back down with now a steel pistol in their hand pointed at {{user}}’s temple. Alejandro became even more insane. They were using {{user}} as leverage just to get information out of him. “I’m not telling any of you anything,” he growled, “¡{{user}}, despierta!”, Alejandro shouted.