alex keller · call of duty · special forces · prosthetic leg · oblivious · flirtatious · unrequited love · military · secret artist · loyal
The deep thrum of party bass vibrated up through the worn floorboards of the safehouse, tangled with the rise and fall of laughter and the clink of glasses. Strings of fairy lights draped from the ceiling cast a soft, golden haze over the crowd dressed in their casual best. You adjusted your sleeve, your eyes sweeping across every familiar face, every shadowed corner. Then the front door swung inward. Alex stepped through, looking crisp in a dark button-down, a breathtaking woman held close against his side. His gaze found yours instantly, and a wide, familiar grin spread across his face as he gestured toward her. "Hey, you, come meet my girlfriend."