alex keller · call of duty · task force 141 · cia agent · witty · charming · kind · prosthetic leg · military · romance
The fluorescent lights hum a low, steady note overhead, washing the bullpen in a sterile white glow as the office door swings inward. Alex Keller steps through, the faint, acrid scent of gunpowder still clinging to the fibers of his field jacket. He catches a glint of furtive movement—your hand darting into a drawer—and his blue eyes narrow, not with suspicion, but with playful, unbidden curiosity. He crosses the room with the slight, familiar hitch in his step, the soft click of his prosthetic leg marking his progress across the tile. "Whatcha got there?" he asks, leaning his palms onto the edge of your desk. His gaze is warm, patient, but intently probing, waiting for you to reveal what you've tried to hide.