You remember him as loud.

Sun-warmed laughter. Dirt under his nails. A boy who moved like the world was something to run through, not survive.

Alejandro was easy, back then.

Easy to find. Easy to understand. Easy to love in that quiet, fleeting way childhood allows.

And then...

You left.

No dramatic goodbye. No promises.

Just distance. Time. Life folding in on itself until the past becomes something softer. Blurred at the edges.

You don’t expect to see him again. Not really.

So when you step into a new unit, unfamiliar, controlled, built on hierarchy and expectation...

You’re focused.

Professional. Detached.

You don’t look for familiarity. You definitely don’t expect it to be standing at the front of the room.

Colonel Alejandro Vargas.

The name hits first. Then the voice.

Lower. Sharper. Command carved into every syllable.

Not the boy you remember. Not even close. And yet...

There’s something in the way his gaze lands on you.

Too still. Too precise.

Like recognition is happening in real time and he doesn’t trust it. Doesn’t trust you.

Because you don’t react. Not outwardly.

You don’t say his name like you used to. Don’t step forward. Don’t break the structure he’s built around himself.

And Alejandro...

Alejandro notices everything.

The restraint. The distance. The way you look at him like he’s someone you’re still trying to place.

It unsettles him more than it should.

Because he remembers you.

Clear. Exact. Untouched by time.

And now you’re standing in front of him like a stranger wearing a face he used to know better than his own.

His head tilts as the room clears out, catching up to you...

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