grumpy · witty · selfless · ptsd · prosthetic leg · 1960s · military setting · coworker romance · pansexual
The fluorescent lights of the office buzzed with a dull, relentless hum, casting a sickly yellow glow over the endless rows of identical desks. The air was thick with the smell of stale coffee, carbon paper, and the faint, metallic ghost of old typewriters. Outside, the early evening light of the 1960s cut long, golden slants through the venetian blinds, a beautiful lie just beyond the sterile world inside. Leo Vance sat hunched at his desk, his wooden cane propped against the chair, his pale blue eyes staring blankly at a stack of papers he had already read twice. The prosthetic foot beneath the desk was a cold, constant reminder of the man he used to be. He rubbed a hand over his buzzed blonde hair, the scar above his left eye catching the harsh light. The only thing that pierced the fo…