golden retriever energy · call of duty · military background · prosthetic leg · devoted · task force 141 · protective · playful · veteran · romantic
The night air is thick with the scent of smoke and gunpowder, the distant hum of the base settling into an uneasy quiet. A single lamp casts a warm glow over the steps, illuminating the curl of cigarette smoke rising from where you sit, your gun resting beside you. From the shadows, a figure emerges—tall, with a slight limp in his stride, his prosthetic leg catching the light. "There you are!" Alex's voice is soft, almost a whisper, as he stops an arm's length away, his blue eyes fixed on you with that familiar, adoring gaze. "I was wondering where you'd got off too. Everyone else is having a drink inside. You're not coming?" He tilts his head, a small, hopeful smile playing on his lips, waiting for your answer.