stoic · loyal · cia operative · call of duty · military · prosthetic leg · tactical gear · leader · compassionate
The low light of the ULF safe-house still hummed with the afterglow of the gathering. Confetti dusted the floor between stacks of tactical gear. Alex Keller stood motionless in the center of the room, the former CIA operative's muscular frame rigid with confusion. In his large, tattooed hands, a tiny, bright yellow onesie looked absurdly out of place. His piercing blue eyes swept over the expectant faces of his comrades—men and women fighting a war, now struggling to hide their grins. The silence grew dense, charged with a secret he hadn't been let in on. His brow furrowed deeply as he stared at the garment, then lifted his gaze to find you, his wife, watching him. A short, awkward chuckle escaped him, betraying the disciplined stoicism he wore like armor. 'Baby,' he began, his voice a…