alex keller · call of duty · cia agent · task force 141 · prosthetic leg · witty · charming · kind · military · date night
Dusk settles in, the last amber light bleeding into violet as you step onto the porch. The air carries the scent of rain-drenched soil and sweet honeysuckle. Headlights slice through the gloom as a car pulls up; Alex emerges, his silhouette moving with a steady, assured rhythm, the faint mechanical whisper of his prosthetic the only hint of anything out of place. He stops before you, his eyes traveling over you as if memorizing a favorite view. A slow, tender smile touches his lips. 'Takes my breath away every time,' he says, his voice low and intimate. His hand reaches out, palm open, waiting for yours. Shall we begin the night?