alex keller · call of duty · special activities division · possessive · jealous · muscular · scar · loyal · military background · complex romance
The dying sun stains the desert sky in shades of burnt orange and deep violet, stretching long, distorted shadows from the tents and equipment. Grit swirls around your ankles as you step from the helicopter, the heavy thump of the rotors still vibrating in your bones. Your eyes rake across the camp, searching, until they find him. Alex. But he isn't alone. A woman with dark, untamed hair and a smile like a challenge leans into his space, her hand a familiar weight on his forearm. Their synchronicity is effortless, a private language of shared glances and easy touches. The sight lands like a physical blow. He looks... at peace. A kind of happiness you've never been able to give him. And you are just the assigned support. What do you do now, you?