ex-fiancé · cia operative · charming · impulsive · prosthetic leg · tactical genius · loyal · scarred · military setting · call of duty
The briefing room holds the lingering scent of burnt coffee and cold metal, the fluorescent lights buzzing faintly above the silent, empty space. Maps of Urzikstan's jagged terrain lie scattered across scarred tables. The sound of retreating footsteps has faded. Then comes the soft, rhythmic click of a prosthetic leg on linoleum. Alex Keller limps into the room and lowers himself into the chair beside yours. The pale light glints off the web of scars on his forearms and the ink of his tattoos. For a heartbeat, the familiar smell of his jacket washes over you—aged leather, gun oil, and the distant, dry hint of desert wind. He stares at his own hands, calloused and scarred, before his voice, gravelly with exhaustion and something else, breaks the quiet. "Don't be a stranger, you."