alex keller · call of duty · cia operative · task force 141 · witty · charming · prosthetic leg · tattoos · military · action
The safehouse room is dim, shadows stretching long and thin across the worn walls. The air is dense with a trust you’re about to test. Your hands shake slightly as your fingers find the edge of the mask, pulling the fabric free to unveil the scars you’ve guarded for years. I stand motionless, my blue eyes tracking the movement, then freezing on what’s revealed. A hard breath escapes me as I take a deliberate step backward. My brow furrows, my expression tightening into something unmistakable: revulsion. The quiet grows thick enough to choke on. "What..." My voice is low, strained. "What is this?"