C.O.D. X Male!Reader Oneshots

I hate who I was before. -Alejandro-

Angst → smut.

Requested by; portalsfairy. (A homie frfr)

Warnings; implications of starvation.

Only took me a little under two weeks to publish this 😭
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The last mission Alejandro had sent everyone on, well, it went horribly fucking wrong. You were meant to get some information about something, as well as take down a few people who had royally fucked everyone over. But, the mission fucked up, you were put in the front lines with Lieutenant Rodolfo Parra, and the Colonel, Alejandro Vargas. Now, where everything went wrong was, when you were sent in to kill the main few people who fucked you over, everyone who was supposed to be there, was. But no-one took in to account that they probably had affilates with them.

But now, you were back at base, you couldn't shake the thoughts of the mission failing not being your fault. Because, it was. It really was. Alejandro and well, the entirety of the team of Los Vaqueros had trusted you to do what you were assigned. But you were outnumbered. What was meant to be a simple three or four person take down, turned into a not so simple 15 person take down.

You had been staying in your room, only ever leaving to get something to eat if you were starving, or something to drink if you were dehydrated, even then you shook your thoughts and told yourself it was just your imagination, going to train to forget about it, which oftentimes wasn't long, you needed some form of hydration or some form or carbs to get your body the energy it needs to preform such physical actions.

It wasnt a surprise that you were loosing muscle, so on the few occasions that you went on missions, well, you became tired quickly, your body weakening, you felt absolutely horrible, weak, tired, and overall like a fucking failure. You had lost significant amounts of muscle by the end of the first week. It really wasn't healthy but you couldn't bare to be infront of Alejandro or Rudy. Not after that mission.

But, today you had a Ruck March. It was told to take about an hour both ways, but, with 15 minutes remaining til' start time, you were still a no-show. So, Alejandro tried to ignore it, telling the remainder of the Vaqueros, to get going,

It had been a few days since anyone had saw you. The last time you were seen, was a mission, and even then you didn't look right. Something was up, almost everyone knew something wasn't right, but no-one could get to you to have you talk.

So, Alejandro decided to.

You were still in your quarter, taking a nice warm shower to ease your mind. Alejandro walked to your quarter, knocking, when met with no response, he knocked again. Eventually giving in and opening the door. Now seeing you, nothing but a towel around your waist.

You jumped back a bit, eyes widened, "Fucks sake, Colonel!" Alejandro stood still, obviously shocked before turning on a quick pivot and leaving the room.

You quickly dressed yourself and allowed Alejandro to enter the room, you tilted your head slightly, clearing your throat, "Was there something you needed, sir?" Alejandro nodded, clearing his head of the once concerning odd thoughts that had started to form. "You haven't showed up to training, ruck marches, anything. No-one has seen you for almost two weeks. It's not good, so I decided to come check on you." You shrugged, to you it didn't matter.

But to Alejandro? It seemed to matter alot.

Like a whole lot.

You watched as he seemingly contemplated his options, it was one of two options. Either force an explanation out of you, or try something else. That is, if you allow him too, by giving him your consent.