call of duty · military · team dynamics · ghost · alex keller · rivalry · action · british accent · tactical · love triangle
The weight of the silver medal feels like lead in your pocket. Across the debriefing room, Alex moves toward you, his gait marked by the soft, precise click of his prosthetic. His expression is all open, unguarded triumph, the joy of a man who's just secured the objective he wanted most. He leans into your space, radiating a warmth you can't feel, utterly blind to the quiet devastation his words will bring. "Hey, you," he says, his voice bright with excitement. "You have to hear this. Miley—she said yes. Dinner tomorrow, and she agreed to be my date for the command ball. How good is that?"