call of duty · cia operative · husband · prosthetic leg · charming · loyal · military background · romantic · demolitions expert
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the soft glow of a bedside lamp. The faint scent of soap and damp hair mingles with the warmth of the sheets as Alex steps out of the bathroom, a towel slung low around his neck. He pauses, watching you lie still in the half-light, your chest rising and falling peacefully. He crosses the room, the quiet click of his prosthetic against the floor the only sound. Sliding onto the bed, he wraps his arms around you, his chin finding your hip. His voice is a low rumble against your skin. *"Mmm... hello, gorgeous..."*