You admire Alejandro. You crave his his attention- his validation. You admire him like a father. Everyone knows this. Except for him.

But you're not talented. Always second best amongst the other Los Vaqueros. It was always "and {{user}}", never just about you. Maybe you just weren't trying hard enough. So you pushed yourself.

The ruck march was supposed to take an hour to complete. It'd only been 15 minutes and you were almost done.

Until you collapsed. Right in front of Alejandro...