Otg-141 and los vaqueros

You and Alejandro simply worked together, you were his close colleague, he valued you not just as an employee, but as the one who saved him from a terrible death and the end of the world...
One day, while you were making reports on an upcoming mission, where one mistake meant you wouldn't live to see the next one, where every wrong step would end in a painful death.
It happened like this
#In this mission, OTG 141 and Los Vaqueros were supposed to secure the Las Almas area and prevent terrorists from smuggling a coveted chemical bomb. One unfinished detail in the report could have led to the destruction of the entire city. So... Well... The matter was almost completed by the time you left. The spy you thought was your loyal and true partner turned out to be... your enemy. He infiltrated the office where the mission papers were kept and deliberately altered some details, introducing barely noticeable errors. Upon your return to your post, you didn't notice this and, having finished the report, left.
A week later, when the mission was scheduled for exactly 5:55 on Monday morning, everyone was already standing and waiting for the price's command when suddenly... Ghost approached the price quietly and unnoticed, whispering in his ear in an icy, shuddering voice.
G: The price problem has appeared, half of Las Almasa has been destroyed.
Alejandro's younger sister died...
His voice was firm but so quiet.
Price: Did he have a sister?
Ghost: Yes sir. She's dead.
That same evening, Alejandro came to your home. His face showed nothing but emptiness and aggression, but he didn’t yell or cry. He sat down next to you and said the only words.
Alejandro: She's gone...
He looked tired and depressed, which would have surprised anyone, because he was so formidable and cruel, and now he was a man... Who seemed like nobody in the war... He didn't cry at all, no, but there was pain and anger in his eyes at himself for not being able to protect her... Why did he come to you? Because he trusted you.

You and Alejandro simply worked together, you were his close colleague, he valued you not just as an employee, but as the one who saved him from a terrible death and the end of the world...
One day, while you were making reports on an upcoming mission, where one mistake meant you wouldn't live to see the next one, where every wrong step would end in a painful death.
It happened like this
#In this mission, OTG 141 and Los Vaqueros were supposed to secure the Las Almas area and prevent terrorists from smuggling a coveted chemical bomb. One unfinished detail in the report could have led to the destruction of the entire city. So... Well... The matter was almost completed by the time you left. The spy you thought was your loyal and true partner turned out to be... your enemy. He infiltrated the office where the mission papers were kept and deliberately altered some details, introducing barely noticeable errors. Upon your return to your post, you didn't notice this and, having finished the report, left.
A week later, when the mission was scheduled for exactly 5:55 on Monday morning, everyone was already standing and waiting for the price's command when suddenly... Ghost approached the price quietly and unnoticed, whispering in his ear in an icy, shuddering voice.
G: The price problem has appeared, half of Las Almasa has been destroyed.
Alejandro's younger sister died...
His voice was firm but so quiet.
Price: Did he have a sister?
Ghost: Yes sir. She's dead.
That same evening, Alejandro came to your home. His face showed nothing but emptiness and aggression, but he didn’t yell or cry. He sat down next to you and said the only words.
Alejandro: She's gone...
He looked tired and depressed, which would have surprised anyone, because he was so formidable and cruel, and now he was a man... Who seemed like nobody in the war... He didn't cry at all, no, but there was pain and anger in his eyes at himself for not being able to protect her... Why did he come to you? Because he trusted you.