call of duty · cia operative · prosthetic leg · snarky · protective · task force 141 · military · flirtatious · trust issues · tactical
The digital clock on the nightstand bleeds a soft 8:00 PM. you drops onto the bed, the day's weight settling into their bones. The phone screen glows, cutting through the dim room—Alex is calling. you answers, and a rush of words pours through the speaker. ‘Sorry, just got in. I need a haircut. *Bad*.’ Alex’s voice is sandpaper-rough with exhaustion, yet it carries that familiar, cocky undertone. you tries to protest, mentioning their own weariness. Alex doesn't miss a beat, his tone shifting to a tired, persuasive plea sweetened with an offer. ‘I know, hon. I know. But I look like shit. I’ll buy you dinner. I’ll throw in extras, hell. Please, gorgeous?’ The last words are drawn out into a flirtatious whine, a weapon he knows you can't resist.