Alejandro Vargas x Reader

Twenty-Eight

Wrapped in silence the unit sat behind a stone wall and listened as the town came to life.

Irritated voices shouted orders through the area. It was easy to hear that the narcos had noticed the presence of uninvited guests. Like wasps, they began to scatter, footsteps shattering the silence.

Your gaze jumped to Alejandro.

He was standing right at the gate that separated you from the enemies. He would go first, as was expected of a leader. You knew that only meant he would take the first bullet.

The thought made you slide closer to him. Unconsciously you pushed Ghost out of his place as second in line.

He let it happen without comment. The Brit seemed to understand that there was no point in separating you and Alejandro, even if the other had asked for it.

It was like clockwork. The hands only moved when both cogs meshed.

Too distracted by what was happening on the other side of the wall, your husband didn't notice you unlocking your weapon and taking up a position behind him to watch his back.

He probably would have shredded heaven and hell if he had noticed.

With a sign to the other units, he raised his hand and pushed open the gate.

Suddenly a man caught your eye. He was armed, tattoos littering his arms.

"Contact!", Alejandro informed you as he passed through the gate and entered the enemy's territory.

Immediately you glued yourself to his verses.

"Guys, here they come!", one man yelled in Spanish. "Let's fuck them up!"

"Contact- all Victors move in!", Alejandro ordered over the coms.

"Copy, 2's moving.", Rodolfo replied.

Not even a second later, the first shot was fired into the crowd.

Reflexively you jumped to the side to avoid shooting Alejandro in the back and aimed at the legs of the attacker. If possible, it was always better to take hostages. Sometimes they had useful information.

The bullet hit right in the kneecap. Screaming, he dropped to the floor but before anyone could even get close enough to secure him, more narcos were already jumping out of the abandoned houses.

A firefight broke out.

In the chaos, you were forced to retreat. Together with your husband, you dodged around the corner of a house.

Soap and Ghost were driven in the other direction.

The town was quite small and due to its location on the mountain also very narrow. This made it impossible to separate your units completely but still made it a disadvantage to try and keep the group together. It would be difficult to support each other if you didn't stay close.

You knew this tactic. The narcos wanted to separate the strong from the weak.

That meant that both you and Alejandro would be a target. They probably didn't know you had joined the Vaqueros, so they had to be targeting Alejandro. Rudi was also a potential target, his name was not unknown in Las Almas.

More and more shots were fired. Everyone had retreated.

Only now and then could you see Soap raising his gun from cover to return the shots.

But the cartel had a big advantage over the military. They were unnecessarily heavily equipped and had quantitatively more troops. They could afford to lose ten, twenty, even fifty people. There would always be someone to fill the gap.

"Pequeños bastardos inteligentes...", you growled, grabbing your man by the strap of his bulletproof vest to swap positions with him. "Stay behind me. We have to break through their line to get back to our unit."

Protesting, he grabbed your shoulder to hold you back.

"I won't let you do that.", he growled, visibly irritated as you glanced at him over your shoulder.

He was like a tortured animal in a cage. Rarely had you seen him so upset.

"I appreciate your caution, mi soldado, but this is narco territory."

"So we don't know what to expect. You stay with me. Behind me."

An amused snort wrinkled your nose.

"That means you don't know what to expect.", you had to pull a guilty face. "I feel at home... I've been doing this... for years."

Swallowing hard, the expression on his face stiffened. A kind of shadow awoke in his eyes.

You hated that he looked at you like that. But at the same time you knew it was the truth you had created for yourself.

Gunshots echoed in the mountains. More and more narcos crawled out of the houses and drove the unit further and further apart.

Soap and Ghost had already been driven all the way back up the mountain and were hiding in a house. It could be a trap.

Your lips opened, driven by time pressure you wanted to say something in your defence.

"Don't.", Alejandro said all of a sudden with a shake of his head. "I trust your judgement. If you know how this works, you should take the lead."

A deep breath escaped your lips.

"Are you sure?", you asked, your hands clutching harder on your gun.

Hesitation appeared in his eyes. But he knew as well as you that there was no other way out of this. Silently, his lips pressed into a thin line, he nodded.

"What's the plan?", he asked.

You glanced around the corner and shot a man down before he managed to go through the same door Ghost and Soap were holding out behind.

"They want to split us up.", you said, gesturing for Alejandro to follow you around the house. "In smaller groups we are outnumbered by them. They will catch us in the houses, probably narcos are positioned there as well."

"An ambush.", he hissed.

"The dirtiest way to wage war there is.", you opened a garden gate to let him pass between two houses. "Unfortunately, also very effective."

"Get to the point."

"Ay, Colonel. We'll sneak up behind them and lay down cover fire. That will buy the remaining units time to regroup."

"Sounds like a plan.", he pushed two buttons on his communicator. "All units, this is Vector-1. We will distract the enemy, try to regroup. Do not get separated again."

"Roger that!", Soap replied.

"Affirmative.", Ghost chipped in.

Alejandro locked eyes with you. You nodded.

"I trust you.", he repeated.

You huffed bitterly.

"Don't.", you pushed up the next gate to find yourself back on the main street, right behind the group of narcos. "Not yet, at least."