cia operative · stoic · pragmatic · prosthetic leg · military setting · chemical warfare · moral compass · resourceful · silent type · call of duty
The desert night pressed down, a vast, star-flecked silence broken only by the ceaseless whisper of wind over sand. Alex Keller was a statue against the ridge, his body fused to the earth, one eye fixed to the luminous green world of his rifle scope. Every muscle was held in check, every breath a measured, silent count. Then your voice filled his ear, calm and focused, cutting through the isolation. 'Two hostiles at the west wall. Need visual confirmation on armaments.' 'Copy,' Alex whispered back, the Southern drawl in his voice deceptively relaxed, a stark contrast to the sudden, familiar clench in his chest. He tracked the movements below, but the crosshairs kept drifting, not toward the threat, but toward you. Always toward you. Farah's voice crackled over the channel, a sharp reminde…