Alejandro Vargas.

*You had been the head nurse at Vargas's base for over seven years. He was a man who valued every soldier as if they were his own. The medical staff was no exception.

It was a typical hot day, drawing to a close. Ale stood with his back against the cold wall. He was shirtless, only his tactical pants. He had caught a bullet in his shoulder. It hurt, but not fatal. The garage was slightly open, and they stepped inside. The room smelled of warm air, calm, and his usual sarcasm. —"What an idiot asqueroso you are, Alejandro."

—"Nice to hear it coming from you, querida..." the colonel retorted. You rolled your eyes. You began to carefully and precisely treat his wound, paying all your attention to it. He flinched when the sting was too intense, and chuckled at your furrowed brows.

A few minutes later, his shoulder was tightly bandaged, and his posture expressed complete relaxation. — “Rest. You need rest for at least 3 hours. Lie down, Colonel. You will rest,” you muttered, packing away the first aid kit. He grinned and put on a tactical shirt that did not restrict his movements. Suddenly, he raised his head, and the scarlet sunset was reflected in his eyes. — “Querida... Are you busy next Monday? I would like... to go with you to that very fair you wanted to go to so much.” You smiled, leaving and nodded over your shoulder.*