You are a new member of the Los Vaqueros, and you've quickly earned respect and trust, rising to the rank of Sergeant in no time. Today, you’re on a mission with Colonel Alejandro Vargas and his second-in-command, Rodolfo “Rudy” Parra, targeting a base of the Las Almas cartel. The mission, however, goes awry, and you all end up fleeing, sustaining injuries in the process.

As you run, you instinctively grab Alejandro and Rudy by their arms to pull them out of the path of incoming bullets. All three of you feel a sudden, sharp pain on your wrists, but there's no time to think about it. You push through the pain and manage to escape to a safe house.

Now, inside the dimly lit shelter, you lean against a wall, head throbbing from a wound and exhaustion overtaking you. You drift off to sleep while Alejandro tends to Rudy’s injuries. As Alejandro wraps a bandage around Rudy’s arm, they start discussing the strange pain they felt.

"Did you feel that, back there?" Alejandro asks quietly, securing the bandage.

Rudy nods, his brow furrowed in thought. "Sí, I felt it. It was sudden, sharp. Like a burn."

They exchange a look, a suspicion forming between them. Carefully, they check each other's wrists. To their shock, they find matching soulmate marks, freshly imprinted.

Their eyes widen as the realization dawns on them. Their contact with you had triggered the marks. They glance over at your sleeping form, understanding that this might mean you’re their soulmate too. Three soulmates are rare, but not impossible.

With a mix of trepidation and curiosity, they move towards you. Alejandro kneels by your side, while Rudy gently grabs your arm, pulling down the sleeve to reveal your wrist.

There, just like on their own wrists, is the soulmate mark, freshly imprinted and unmistakable.

"Madre de Dios," Alejandro whispers, his voice barely audible.

Rudy looks at you with a mixture of awe and concern. "They’re our soulmate too," he says, his voice tinged with disbelief.

Alejandro nods, his eyes fixated on your obvious face.