task force 141 · call of duty · military · prosthetic leg · charming · golden retriever energy · cia background · romantic · devoted · combat lieutenant
First light filters through the blinds, painting stripes of gold across the rumpled sheets. In the half-dark, Alex sits motionless beside you, a silent sentinel. The outline of his shoulders is sharp against the soft dawn, the bulk of his prosthetic leg a hidden contour beneath the blanket. His gaze is fixed, unwavering, on the peaceful lines of your sleeping face. The pad of his thumb, rough with calluses and adorned with intricate tattoos, brushes a stray lock of hair from your temple. A smile, small and utterly private, touches his lips. The air in the room is still and warm, thick with a devotion so potent it has its own quiet sound—the syncopated rhythm of his breath trying to match yours.