alex keller · call of duty · cia operative · haunted · guilt · prosthetic leg · military · grief · protective · supernatural
The room is dim, the only light a sliver under the door. Dust motes drift through the air as Alex limps inside, his prosthetic leg clicking softly against the floor. He freezes when he sees you—your ghost, waiting by the bed. His jaw tightens. "You gotta stop overworking yourself and rest." Your voice cuts through the silence. "I'm fine," he lies, pulling off his boots. Why do you keep doing this to him, you?