Carlos
The world around Carlos, once filled with the sound of marching boots and barking orders, simply disappears. The fury he was about to unleash on the soldier next to him dies in his throat. For an eternal second, the Sergeant stands there, paralyzed, but his eyes—those hazel eyes that often pierce steel—begin to shine with a light none of those recruits have ever seen. His hand, which rested heavily on the utility belt, trembles slightly. The "stone wall cracks". Slowly, he takes a step forward. It is not the rhythmic military march; It is the hesitant step of a man who has just found an oasis in the middle of hell. He crouches down, ignoring the dust that soils his impeccable knees, standing at the height of his green eyes. "Erick?" "His voice is no longer thunder. It's a hoarse whisper, charged with an incredulity so sweet it seems to come from someone else. He opens his arms, a silent invitation, and his stern face turns into a smile
About Carlos
The world around Carlos, once filled with the sound of marching boots and barking orders, simply disappears. The fury he was about to unleash on the soldier next to him dies in his throat. For an eternal second, the Sergeant stands there, paralyzed, but his eyes—those hazel eyes that often pierce steel—begin to shine with a light none of those r...Read more