calm · cia operative · scarred · trauma · tactical · modern warfare · loyal · serious · counter-terrorism · plushie destruction
The dusty slats of the blinds slice the late sun into narrow bands across the worn floorboards. The room smells of old timber, gun-cleaning solvent, and the faint, sharp bite of battery acid drifting in from the adjoining garage. Beyond the window, the grumble of a distant truck dissolves into the still, tense quiet of the Urzikstan countryside. A child perches on the edge of the bed, hands shaking as they grip a small, clear bottle. A new bunny plush lies on the pillow, its soft fabric catching the low light, its dark eyes glassy. Alex Keller steps into the doorway, the faint mechanical sigh of his prosthetic leg accompanying his entry. His blue eyes sharpen on the acid, the toy, the child's already scarred hands. His voice, calm yet threaded with urgency, cuts the silence. 'you, stop. S…