Uuuuh adding Los Vaqueros to the what if "faking it"?? Honestly any of the what if would do with me, i just roll in my bed giggling everytime i see u add them!!
hehe, oh, I am happy to add them to the Faking It prompt. Not enough people ask for them. Which is absolutely acceptable when requesting for the Task Force 141 Imagines. If they are 141 or 141-adjacent, I'll write for them for this series. These two are filthy and I will not be explaining further. It'll ruin the fun.
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ao3 // main masterlist // imagines & what if masterlist
Alejandro Vargas
Sweat-soaked skin. The linger of cigarette smoke.
Beneath you, Alejandro, your one-night stand, grunts through his teeth as he brings you down on his cock, hips thrusting up in tandem. It drives him deep, stretching you perfectly, giving the feeling of fullness. Your hands rest on his pectorals, fingers slightly curled, his chest hair poking out between.
You’re on top, riding him—if you had the strength or stamina. Control is not in your hands. It’s in Alejandro’s, thankfully. Spent and on the verge of collapse, there are no more orgasms in you. Every muscle aches. Soreness is a leech, sucking you dry.
A quick tensing of your vaginal muscles and a moan should tip him over the edge.
Your head tips back, exposing your throat, pressing your breasts outward. It takes no effort to squeeze around his cock, to make Alejandro’s next thrust a full-body shudder. The moan you release is a bit dramatic, and far from how you usually sound. Not that this man would notice. He’s a one-night thing. A simple fling because the buzz of alcohol is too great a thrill to ignore.
Alejandro sits up and teases your nipple with the tip of his tongue. “Strange,” he muses, voice husky. “That’s new.”
Using his grip on your hips, he grinds up into you. The angle is perfect, adding sweet friction against your clit. Alejandro sucks your nipple into his mouth at the same time. Your pussy flutters involuntarily, the small gasp from between your lips unexpected.
“That’s better,” he drawls as he releases your nipple.
“You—”
“Hush, cariño.” One hand moves away from your hip to palm your breast. “Can’t fool me.”
Shit.
“Don’t know what you’re talking about,” you lie, though there is no room to backtrack.
A knowing glint sparkles in Alejandro’s dark eyes. “Made you come how many times now?” His hands ascend, gently squeezing both breasts. “Think I don’t know? Think I don’t notice?”
One hand falls away, sliding to your back, plunging downward until his hand is full of your ass. Giving it a rough squeeze, Alejandro returns to his previous thrusting, guiding your hips toward him as he thrusts up into you.
Friction returns, rubbing on your clit, building a pleasurable burn that you thought was snuffed out for the night.
“That’s it,” purrs Alejandro. “No faking it with me.”
Lips curling into a satisfied smile, Alejandro watches as you fall apart. You’re unable to hide from him, thighs tightening around his hips, fingers digging into flesh, clinging to him with a gasping desperation. Still, the friction against your clit continues, forcing you toward overstimulation.
A quick shift, and you’re on your back, Alejandro above, thrusting roughly until you’re full of his cum.
Rodolfo “Rudy” Parra
“No. No. Stop.”
Rudy, your husband, lifts you off his cock and deposits you beside him onto the bed. You’re momentarily stunned, surprised that Rudy is pushing you away during intimacy.
“What’s wrong?” you ask, crawling across the bed and over to him.
Rudy is already standing, naked, bare butt cheeks in front of your face. His hands are on his hips, and a deep sigh escapes him.
“If you’re not feeling it, just tell me.” Rudy turns around. His dick is still hard, glossy with your arousal. “Don’t want you to fake it for my sake.”
Rudy isn’t wrong. Not that you don’t want to have sex with him, but you’re tired, and it’s been a long day. It’s sweet that he noticed, that he stopped, and set a boundary. Rudy wants you safe and comfortable, to feel safe around him.
You shift to the edge of the bed. Plant your feet on the floor. His dick is hard, weeping a few pearly beads of precum. Placing your hands on his solid thighs, they crawl upward. With one hand, your grasp the base, and Rudy hisses, his head falling back as you palm him.
“What are you doing?” he asks, voice hitching slightly as you stroke him.
“You’re right,” you croon. “I was faking it.” Bending forward slightly, you eagerly lick up the precum with the tip of your tongue. Another one blooms there, taking its place, and you swirl your tongue around the flared head before licking the entire length from base to tip.
Rudy curses under his breath, one hand reaching out to clutch the back of your head.
“But I can please you.”
Before he can form a word, you take the head of him into your mouth. Holding there, you wait for your salvia to collect, then swallow him down, lips touching your hand.
Rudy’s eyelids flutter, all of his control slipping away from him like raging water. Hollowing your cheeks, you slide back up, and then repeat the process, bringing in your hand to pump him in time with your upward passes.
He exhales roughly through his nose, nostrils flaring as he tries to hold on to his control. Rudy is coming apart, and that knowledge pleases you, stirring a little coil of tension low in your belly.
Grasping the front of his thighs, you bob your head, and Rudy slides into the commanding man you know he can be. Your mouth and throat are his to use, and Rudy takes full advantage, guiding you up and down his cock repeatedly until you nearly gag on him.
He groans loudly, his hips flexing upward slightly as he brings you down on him.
“Swallow for me,” he purrs.
You hold still as he finishes down your throat. You relax, taking every drop he offers. Rudy’s thumb strokes your cheek, and when he’s spent, you draw back, lips making a wet pop as the head slips from your mouth.
You’re slick between the thighs.
Scooting back, you lean onto your elbows, guiding your legs wide to show him.
As Long As You Stood By | Alejandro Vargas x Fem!Reader
WARNINGS: Military inaccuracies, age gap, situationship, and completely fluff. Might be out-of-character with Alejandro Vargas which readers may find uncomfortable. Suitable for minors, but still read at your own risk. Approach me if I missed anything with the warnings.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Expect grammatical and typographical errors, english and spanish isn’t my first language. Bare with me.
Summary: A two-year situationship with Alejandro Vargas. More than lovers but less than friends, turned into something deeper which found that both hearts yearns for something else. Hearts seeking the comfort of each other.
The warm zephyr brushed against Alejandro’s face as he looked up into the sky, looking lost in his thoughts. Before he even know it, Rudy sat beside him, concern and confusion glistening in the man’s eyes. “¿Se encuentra bien, coronel? (Are you okay, Colonel?)” Rudy asked, Alejandro just looked at him and nods. Rudy knew Alejandro for a very long time, he already memorized the way Alejandro’s reaction changes in just a matter of time—how he got tensed and shifts his demeanor instantly. He knew him like the palm of his hand. “Thinking about her, eh?” Rudy chuckled, almost nonchalantly.
“No, no lo soy, Rudy. (No, I’m not, Rudy.)” he said, almost a whisper—maybe gaslighting his mind that he’s not really thinking about you. Maybe, he was just distracted and amazed at the sky—not about you. But Rudy knew deep down the truth, “Sé cuándo mientes, Coronel. Quizás no sea la persona indicada para decir esto, pero creo que es mejor que le digas lo que sientes por ella. Para fortalecer tus lazos con ella y comenzar una conexión real, el mundo. (I know when you are lying, Colonel. I may not be in the place to say this, but I think it’s better to tell her what you feel about her. To get your ties with her and start a real connection, the world isn’t always sunny and fair—considering our work and our mission.)” that made Alejandro woke up from his thoughts, maybe he needs to tell you what he’s longing for.
However, you, in another world—a world that’s very different from his. You were living a normal life, humming to yourself while you took a step into your work office. Greeting your co-workers with a smile, brewing your coffee signing for a new day. A co-worker approached you, one of your close friends and said, “How’s your relationship with that Soldier Guy, huh?” she teased. You just shrugged, “What? We’re just friends. Nothing more, nothing less.” you replied. Preparing your coffee, a notification popped up on your phone. It’s him, Alejandro, asking you if you’re free after work hours. You smiled at the question, and replied with a ”yes” instantly.
But the smile didn’t linger for too long, a thought has been bothering you. “What’s your relationship with him? Are we really friends?” is all that you can think about. Alejandro has been a good guy, well, a man with respect and discipline. There’s not even a single flaw for how he treated you; but the two years of being more than friends and less than lovers made you felt bitter to think about. Celebrating each other’s birthday together, each achievements, him picking you up from work whenever he’s free, you praying for him to come home safely after each mission, sharing secrets, getting drunk at his house—and falling asleep together, side by side.
As hours passed by, Alejandro was getting ready to pick you up. He carefully checked his appearance a million times, making sure that he wore his perfume that you’ve always loved. Everything has been slowly coming into his mind, how he realized that two years has been long enough to set a clear boundaries—or seek for something else with you. All of his emotions, it’s pouring out straight from his heart, and Rudy’s statement from earlier was right. If you were in love with him, maybe, the two years is enough to determine what you both have. He couldn’t blame you either, he’s been a coward to tell you what he felt.
Meanwhile, you bid goodbyes to your coworkers with a smile as you waited at the exit—waiting for Alejandro. Your co-worker and a close friend, Lisa, who happens to stood beside you while waiting for a ride said “Waiting for him, ya?” and you just nod at her. “Seems like something’s bothering you, no? Let me guess, him?” she stated, voice sounding so sure about it. “I know you’ll be able to figure it out, Y/N. Time’s ticking, for you and for him, you might lose something that has always been around you. In front of you, even. You’ll be able to know that, just follow what your heart says, ya?” she said as she tapped you on the shoulder. Lisa waved her hand as you watched her get into her ride and disappear slowly from your sight.
A familiar car stopped in front of you and you knew who it is. Alejandro got out from his car and opened the passenger door for you, he’s always been like this. You smiled at him, taking a seat inside, as Alejandro get onto his car—he looked into your eyes and smiled before driving away from your workplace. The ride has been quiet, it’s like there’s a tension build-up between the both of you, or you’re the only one who’s feeling that way? Alejandro broke the silence first and said, “I know a spot. It’s my favourite place ever since I was a child.” he stated and you just smiled at him. Arriving at the destination, it’s some kind of garden with little benches. You knew he loved places like this but he never mentioned you this spot before, amusement covers your eyes as you saw the greens and the assorted flowers.
Alejandro takes your hand in his, almost contemplating, but you didn’t mind it—too occupied at your thoughts and your surroundings. He took you at one of the benches and guiding you to seat. He sat down and looked away, hands still intertwined, you decided to break the silence and said, “This place is too beautiful. I never knew that some kind of place like this existed.” Alejandro remained silent and looked at you warmly. “I want to tell you something,” he stated, his voice sounds hesitant and empty. You squeezed his hand a little and nod, afraid to let your emotions backfire at you.
“I’ve been meaning to tell you this, but I’ve always been afraid to say it. Two years has been a long run and you put my heart into its happiest place, I want you, mi vida. I loved you all this time, and I want us to get far from this—but I know that you’d have a different feelings from me. I just want to tell you this, because I do believe that two years is enough to determine what are we.” his voice thickens, his accent lingering, but voice sounded too bitter to hear. “Dos años son suficientes, siempre te he amado, cariño. (Two years is enough, I always loved you, dear.)” he squeezed your hand at his last sentence, you couldn’t understand what he said, all you knew that he’s speaking Spanish.
You don’t know where to find your words, too unsure of everything and too untrusted. You blurted out “We’re friends,” absentmindedly, battling with your own head that why you said that—you should’ve said that you feel the same too. “Friends doesn’t kiss and sleep together, Y/N.” he stated roughly but with warmth in his eyes. You felt attacked, heart panicking and mind flying somewhere else. It’s like your blood has been draining you out and you felt the heat of something’s burning inside yourself. You took your hand away from his, you don’t know why you were acting this way. But all you just knew that you’re overwhelmed but you don’t want him to go.
“Of all the ones that begged to stay, I’m still longing for you. Of all the ones that cried their way, I’m still waiting on you.”
“Tell me, mi amor, have you ever thought of everything? I couldn’t blame you, no, but I wanted to ask why... Does everything that happened doesn’t matter to you, mi vida?” he asked you. You feel your emotions all at once, it felt like they’re running to get you, “I loved you, Alejandro!! I feel the same way for y-you..” your voice broke, tears are in the verge of falling out. You intertwined your hand in his, fingers locked, “I don’t want you to go, Ale, I want you everyday and for everything.” voice still shaky and hands holding him tight.
“Maybe we seek for something that we couldn’t ever have, maybe we choose the only love we know we won’t accept.”
“I’m sorry, I don’t know why I said that. You’re right, friends doesn’t kiss and share the bed. I loved you more than everything! You don’t seem like a friend to me, Ale. I see you more than that. Literally, two years is such a long journey to determine what our relationship is. I love you all the time, but I just couldn’t say it right in front of you. Your love has always been in front of me, but I couldn’t accept it at that time.” you said, tears rolling down your eyes. You felt Alejandro’s arms wrapped around you, he shush you and kissed your forehead. “It’s not your fault, mi amor. Ninguno de nosotros está equivocado. (None of us are wrong.)” he whispered into your ears, lips brushing past against it.
“Or maybe we’re taking all the risks for something that is real, ’cause maybe the greatest love of all is who the eyes can’t see.”
Alejandro kept you closer in his chest, whispering sweet nothings in Spanish that you couldn’t even decipher. His tears almost rolled into his eyes, out of sadness that he felt earlier, or out of happiness that he’s feeling right now. One thing he’s sure of, he is much lucky to have you stand in the same way as him. To see his heart the same way you see yours. All he just knew, he told you what his heart has been longing to pour uncontrollably. The thoughts that always kept him in night, the thought that always popped into his mind whenever he looked straight into your eyes when you stayed up into his house.
He held you tight in his arms, feeling your heart to beat the same way in his. His mind has been blank but not empty, he got you now after all. You’re his now, and he’s yours. All the time, he’s always been yours. He doesn’t mind if you’ll take his heart and eat it out, as long as it’s you—it won’t matter to him. He doesn’t matter if he’d be stupid in love with you, he’ll always choose you in every lifetime.
He’d be proud to show you off, to Rudy, to the Vaqueros, and to the whole world. But still intelligent enough to lock you out—not to forbid your freedom but to keep you away from his enemies, to his dangerous world. After all, he cherish you like a precious gem that no one would be deserving to hold; not even him. He’d be okay as long as you stood by him. Mind too, for sure, body and soul, he’s always yours.
– taglist: @livelyinborderland, @ladysouthpaw1213
– credits for the gifs that I used: @tomc4t, @sweetmelodygraphics
getting your throat fucked raw by alejandro!! he's such a mean bastard and if hes had a bad day? is in a mood? you should probably just avoid him, unless you dont wanna be able to speak properly after:(( sliding his hand into the hair at the back of your head, holding it so tightly it already makes your eyes water a little; though its probably the thought of whats to come that makes you tremble. he could fuck any of your holes, hell, you'd let him breed your poor hole until the seed just leaks out from how wide you're gaping if he wanted to; but no. he simply won't, he prefers your sweet little mouth.
the feeling of your soft lips wrapped around his girthy length, the occasional spasms from your aching jaw being open like that for far too long, the nasty gagging sounds you make whenever he shoves into your throat, it's heaven to him. fucking your throat through tears and spit, gets more aggressive the more you drool. the sight of you ruined like that makes him wanna ruin all of you, but for now he'll just stick to your throat :(
a/n: while I received so many amazing thots (I'm not even joking. I'm still cooking <3), there wasn't any for Ale at all, and it didn't feel right ☝🏼🤨 so consider this a ‘reve's asks’ for our shy!wife collection! don't forget to leave some sugar!
Includes: pre-marriage (moved in together!), future mrs vargas is a little oblivious but that's okay, he loves her for it & tooth-rotting fluff!
COD x shy!wife thots closed! Thank you, everyone, for your time & amazing minds! I sincerely hope I can do this again with y'all soon! 💌
Come & check out my COD m.list!
“You're so cute!”
You were at it again.
“You're a good boy,” Smooch smooch, “Yes, you are,” Smooch, “Our best boy,” Smooch, “The most distinguished gentleman in the world.”
On most days, he would find it adorable. Seeing you bond with his fluffy pal despite the less-than-pleasant assumptions many have of the breed. But with the recent deployment lasting longer than usual, resulting in his return just yesterday, he was practically dying to have your attention.
But it seemed like Great Dane had the same plan, even though he got to spend time with you all the time.
You had a knack of nuzzling Hernando’s fur, especially his stomach area, on days where you found him extremely irresistible (which was always, to be honest). The pooch barely minded the lipstick stains you would sometimes leave on his silky fur, only caring about your attention more than anything.
But sometimes, Alejandro thinks he was also acting cute for you just to spite him.
He revealed himself from behind the wall, smoothing out the front of his shirt as if he had just come down from upstairs. Hernando laid on his back, enjoying your unlimited belly rubs and head smooches.
Though he and Hernando pretty much were fighting for even an ounce of you, he'd be lying if he said seeing you, sweet little you, taming a giant beast with little to no problem.
Be it a Great Dane, who turns into a baby when you're around or a muscular colonel, who worships his beloved like his life depends on it.
“Oh, Ale,” You smiled, small and shy, slightly embarrassed at the thought of him overhearing you baby-talking yet again, “Ready to head out?”
“Si,” He grinned, reaching for your hand for a sweet kiss before whispering against your temple, “You look beautiful as always, mi amor.”
It should've been too early to feel the burn in your face. Hell, you should've expected it, especially when he has never missed a day to compliment you.
“Thank you,” You looked down for a moment, biting down the giddy smile before meeting his eyes, “You look very handsome.”
“For you, amor, it would be a crime not to look my best.” He replied with zero hesitation, even puffing up his chest at your praise. He tried not to let his gaze linger, but oh, how impossible it was not to appreciate how your curves looked in your dress.
“Come,” He offered to hold the leash, partially to monopolize your attention as you walked, but just as you tried passing it to him, Hernando huffed. He sat on the floor as soon as it was in Alejandro's hand, seemingly persistent about not wanting to move when he was barking at the door just moments ago. He grumbled under his breath, knowing what the canine was trying to do, “Ay, dios mio.”
He should've seen it coming.
The deadpan on his face softened as he heard you giggle, hiding your amusement behind your hand.
“It's okay, he's probably just grumpy that we're late.” You were supposed to take him to the park nearly half an hour ago if it weren't for Alejandro's sudden need to trap you against the wall for kisses when he saw you exited the bathroom in just a towel.
And just as he suspected, Hernando jumped to his paws the moment Alejandro returned the leash in your hands.
Typical.
Still, Alejandro was able to wrap his arm around you without his pal protesting, and he took advantage of it like no other.
If one thought getting mauled by a giant dog for making a lady uncomfortable was already scary, they'd have to think again.
Now, they'd have to worry about the same dog and his tall, dark and handsome… and intimidating owner.
But each time Alejandro managed to steal your attention for a few seconds longer, Hernando tugged at the leash. Not to the point of hurting you from the suddenness or worse, causing you to fall, but enough for the man to realize the little game he was playing at.
But for just a moment, Hernando seemed distracted by the birds near the pond.
You noticed, and Alejandro most certainly did, and to his gratefulness, you unhooked the leash from his collar. Patting his head, you said, “Go on, buddy.”
Given the green light, he immediately zoomed towards the flock, his enormous size would scare the living shit out of a grown man, let alone some pigeons.
You were about to ask Alejandro what the two of you should do while Hernando was going crazy on his own, he took you by surprise when he wrapped his arms around you before dipping you just a little. A stark resemblance to a cheesy scene in a romantic drama.
The first thing you thought of doing as he embraced you was to cover your face with your hands. You were growing hot at the thought of the people, who were just trying to enjoy nature, seeing the passion your boyfriend was exhibiting in public.
The softness in the way he spoke your name, despite his deep, gruff voice prompted you to pull your hands, away, albeit slowly. His eyes held adoration, and just a hint of jealousy, you realized. Whether or not he was concealing the rest of his enviousness was unknown, but his stare was… intense, to say the least.
With one arm around you and the other holding your hand, he leaned in and almost immediately, you closed your eyes, anticipating his lips on yours despite the possibility of being watched.
But the kiss never came. Not fully. You could feel his lips but it was nothing more than a feathery touch.
“Kiss me,” He whispered, “Kiss me, and I shall show you how much I yearn for you always.”
Letting out a shaky sigh, you shyly closed the distance, only to gasp when he returned the kiss feverishly. Like a man starved, he held you against him like a lifeline as he shamelessly groaned in the kiss.
But just as the passion clouded your mind, just as Alejandro was hoping to feel his lips against yours, you heard a bark.
And to your horror, Hernando was running towards the two of you at maximum speed.
Alejandro didn't waste any time, holding you to his chest while his back faced the Great Dane. Hernando body side-slammed into him, eliciting a grunt from Alejandro, followed by your squeal as your bodies tipped.
Alejandro was quick to turn amid the fall, being the first to hit the grass while he became your cushion.
You face planted into his chest, but it beats facing the same fate on the ground instead.
“Amor? Amor, are you okay?” He may have bore the brunt of it, but that didn't mean his worries were dispelled just yet.
You could've gotten seriously hurt!
Hernando had left the crime scene at this point, opting to play with the other dogs in the area, but Alejandro liked to think his buddy knew he was in trouble.
“I'm okay…” You raised your head with a tiny ‘ow’, only to begin fretting about falling on him. Thankfully, he laughed, a hearty one, the kind that you couldn't resist smiling at.
“I'm fine, don't worry,” Alejandro turned his head to the right, prompting you to follow his line of gaze. Hernando was having fun with a Pug and even an orange cat. One wouldn't have guessed he was the culprit of you and Alejandro's current state, “I guess he really is mad about us being late.”
You traced your fingers along his chest, “That's your fault.”
“Oh? I don't think you were very innocent either.” He teased back, not bothering to move his hands that were resting on your back, “But can you blame me? I can't let ‘Nando take up all of your attention, now that I'm back.”
“He's just feeling playful, now that you're back.”
“More like a pain in the ass,” He mumbled, only to let out a painless ‘oof’ when you smacked his chest with an ‘Ale!’. He grinned, showing off his pearly whites as a way to say he was not sorry before gripping you tighter for a bear hug, “Come here!”
He paid your squeaks and whines no mind, just content to be the one kissing you and making you laugh at that moment.
And though he'd have a little word with Hernando about nearly getting you hurt, he'd also like to say one thing.
!Warnings!: Mention of Past Abusive Relationship and SA, Light Angst
Word Count: 431
Notes: I plan to do Ghost very soon! Enjoy :)
Alejandro Vargas who fell hard for you first but kept it to himself.
Alejandro Vargas who would catch you staring at him during meetings and would give you a small smirk every time he caught you.
Alejandro Vargas who, with the encouragement from Rudy, eventually confessed you and was happy you felt the same.
Alejandro Vargas who become obsessed with making sure you were safe and protected at all times.
Alejandro Vargas who knew he could always trust Rudy to be your unofficial body guard if he wasn't around.
Alejandro Vargas who would cling onto you like a puppy when you're both at home.
Alejandro Vargas who somehow always has his hands on you, holding or touching, in a romantic way but will give you space and time to yourself if you want it.
Alejandro Vargas who loves to cook for you, even if you're a cook yourself.
Alejandro Vargas who loves all animals and would welcome any into y'alls home.
Alejandro Vargas who keeps a polaroid picture of you in his vest pocket when he is on missions.
Alejandro Vargas who loves to cuddle with you facing him or you laying on his chest.
Alejandro Vargas who always knows how to have a good night.
Alejandro Vargas who also keeps a suggestive Polaroid of you in his vest pocket for only his eyes.
Alejandro Vargas who loves to have control in the bedroom.
Alejandro Vargas who speaks Spanish to you in both praises and degradation in the bedroom.
Alejandro Vargas who wants a big family with you if you're up for it.
Alejandro Vargas who constantly loves staring at you, feeling absolutely lucky to have you in his life.
Alejandro Vargas who will teach you how to shoot, while making sure to stand as close to you as possible and makes an excuse on how he has to stand close to you for your safety.
Alejandro Vargas who takes care of you through any kind of medical or physical episodes you may have starting with a warm blanket, fresh clothes, and your favorite snack while holding you close if you want the physical comfort too.
Alejandro Vargas who is a heavy passionate loving man but will wait for you if you're not ready.
Alejandro Vargas whose favorite nickname for you is sol, which means sunshine.
Alejandro Vargas who practically can't live without you.
Alejandro Vargas who watches over you and protects you when he is passed on.
Alejandro Vargas who makes it known he is around, even if you can't see him.
Alejandro Vargas who loves you for all of eternity.
Author: Autobot2001
Genre: Fanfiction
Fandom: Call of Duty: Modern Warfare
Rating: G
Warning: None
Pairing: None
Description: Alejandro worries about Jamie after the two are separated from the rest of Task Force 141, and she's injured.
The plan went south. No one spotted the bomb before it detonated, sending everyone flying in different directions. Task Force 141 members are now separated.
Alejandro wakes up, blinded by the sun. He sits up and looks around him. Along with seeing he’s in the middle of the woods, he spots Jamie nearby. He crawls toward Jamie with a worried expression as he sees she’s unconscious. Alejandro is careful as he searches Jamie’s body for injuries. He sighs, relieved that the only injuries she has are some cuts, but he worries about her unconscious state.
“Jamie? Come on, wake up.” Alejandro taps her cheek, hoping to wake her. He continues attempting to wake Jamie for a few minutes. “Damn it.”
Alejandro is careful to lift Jamie into his arms, knowing he needs to either find shelter or the team. He walks forward, hoping the path will lead him somewhere.
As Alejandro walks, he worries about Jamie being unconscious. He knows he’s screwed if she has a TBI.
After a few minutes of walking, he stops and puts Jamie against a tree. He taps her cheek, hoping she’ll wake up. He’s relieved when Jamie awakens.
“Look who’s awake.”
He knew disorientation would happen, but Alejandro also observed the signs of a concussion.
“Do we have a plan?” Jamie asks after being told what happened.
“Our only choice is to keep walking and hope we find the others, or help,” Alejandro says. Jamie attempts to stand up. “Hell no. I’ll carry you.” He crouches down in front of her. “Climb on my back.”
Jamie sighs, annoyed, but does as he says. Alejandro has a tight hold on Jamie’s legs as he walks.
An hour passes. Alejandro continues to walk down a path in the woods. He’s getting annoyed because of the lack of finding the others, or the end of the woods.
“Unbelievable,” he mutters.
“Then put me down.”
Alejandro realizes Jamie heard him. He sets Jamie down by a tree and sits next to her. “This has nothing to do with you,” he assures her. “I’m just frustrated. I don’t know if we’re getting closer to help or finding any of the others. You’re injured, and while a concussion requires rest rather than medical intervention, I worry you need medical intervention. This is a disaster.”
“In the end, it’s worthwhile,” Jamie says.
“How? I think your concussion is messing with your thinking.”
Jamie says nothing. Alejandro hopes this is a temporary symptom of the concussion. He can see that the sunlight is bothering her. He found his sunglasses in his tactical vest. He puts them on for her.
“You can sleep while I carry you. I think it’ll help.”
Jamie gets on Alejandro’s back, and he continues to walk.
Alejandro walks for three hours before he comes across an old cabin. As sunset approaches, he decides he and Jamie must stay in the cabin for the night. Alejandro is concerned that the door is unlocked, but he enters the cabin.
Once inside, he grabs his flashlight. He looks around and notices a single bed. Alejandro walks closer to the bed. It’s a full-sized bed for both him and Jamie.
He sets Jamie on the bed. She looks tired.
“We’ll stay here tonight,” Alejandro tells her. “There’s only one bed —”
“I’ll sleep on the floor.”
“Of course you’d say that. The bed has ample space for us, no need to sleep on the floor.”
He assists Jamie in removing her gear, then removes his. He places his gun within arm’s reach of the bed. Alejandro sits beside Jamie as they eat one of their MREs. The cabin is silent as they eat. Alejandro worries about the others and continues to worry about whether Jamie needs medical intervention. Jamie feels tired and now has a headache. Alejandro notices Jamie in pain and finds his small first aid kit, hoping he has something for pain relief. Jamie takes the pain relief and lies on the bed. Alejandro covers her with the blankets. He watches her fall asleep, hoping he’s not making a mistake letting her sleep.
If it were more serious, she’d be showing other symptoms. She’s ok. Alejandro tries to assure himself.
After Jamie is asleep, he shifts her closer to the wall. He lies under the covers, hoping to sleep. He still worries about Jamie’s injury and about the others. Alejandro hopes that tomorrow he and Jamie can locate the others and a way to leave the woods.
Alejandro knew Jamie would still struggle with a concussion when she woke up. He continues to worry that Jamie needs medical attention rather than time to recover. He looks around the cabin, hoping to find a working radio to contact the others.
Alejandro sighs, as he doesn’t find the type of radio he needs.
“Of course, this isn’t a safe house. Just someone’s abandoned vacation home.”
Jamie sits on the bed getting cold. She’s trying to ignore it. Alejandro takes her hands, feeling how cold they are.
“I’m cold.”
Alejandro worries. Jamie’s coldness is worrying, considering she possesses powers to stay warm but appears to have forgotten them.
Damn it. This isn’t good. Alejandro worries.
“Here, have my jacket.” Alejandro helps Jamie put his jacket on. “I’ll be fine,” he argues as he looks into Jamie’s eyes. He notices nothing concerning.
He hands Jamie an MRE. They eat in silence. Once finished, Alejandro packs everything and attempts to pack Jamie’s tactical vest in her pack. He helps put her pack on her back before putting his on and getting her on his back. He’s relieved his pack isn’t too full and he can still hold on to Jamie. He heads out of the cabin, hoping to be heading out of the woods.
