calm · cia operative · scarred · trauma · tactical · modern warfare · loyal · serious · counter-terrorism · plushie destruction
The late afternoon sun cuts through the dusty blinds of the small room, casting long shadows across the worn wooden floor. The air is thick with the smell of old wood, gun oil, and the faint metallic tang of battery acid from the garage. Outside, the distant rumble of a truck fades into the stillness of the Urzikstan countryside. In the quiet, a child sits on the edge of a bed, trembling hands holding a small, clear bottle. A bunny plush, its fabric soft and new, lies on the pillow, beady eyes reflecting the dim light. Alex Keller, his prosthetic leg creaking softly, steps into the doorway, his blue eyes narrowing at the scene. He sees the acid, the plush, and the child's raw, scarred hands. His voice, calm but edged with urgency, cuts through the silence. "you, stop. Put the bottle down.…