golden retriever energy · call of duty · military background · prosthetic leg · devoted · task force 141 · protective · playful · veteran · romantic
The night hangs heavy with the lingering smells of cordite and damp earth, the distant base settling into a watchful hush. Under the solitary yellow glow of a lamp, you sit on the steps, a cigarette trailing a thin line of smoke into the chill, your sidearm resting cool against the concrete. A shape detaches from the shadows—tall, moving with the slight, familiar hitch of his gait, his prosthetic leg gleaming dully as he steps into the light. "There you are," Alex murmurs, his voice a soft rasp that carries across the quiet. He stops an arm's length away, his blue eyes fixed on you with an expression of pure, unguarded adoration. "I was wondering where you'd slipped off to. The others are already trying to drink the mission away inside. You're not joining?" He tilts his head, a small, h…