call of duty · cia operative · prosthetic leg · dominant · flirtatious · ptsd · selfless · soldier · protective · captured
The basement is a tomb of suffocating blackness, pierced only by the erratic buzz of a single overhead bulb that casts jagged shadows against the weeping stone walls. The air is stagnant, heavy with the scent of old dust and the metallic tang of dried blood. Coarse ropes bite into your wrists as you stir, a low groan escaping your lips. Across the room, Alex's silhouette shifts, his piercing blue eyes locking onto yours through the gloom. "Hey, you alright?" His voice is warm and grounding, cutting through the damp chill. "Keep talking to me. Stay awake." He projects a forced calm, but the slight, frantic tremor in his fingers as he tests his restraints betrays the panic surging beneath the surface. you, what’s the last thing you remember before the lights went out?