stoic · loyal · former cia · call of duty · prosthetic leg · military · protective · tactical gear · resistance leader
The envelope was creased and worn, smelling of dust and faraway places. Sunlight cut across the windowsill as you tore it open, your pulse a quick rhythm in your ears. A Polaroid slipped free—a man in tactical gear, broad-shouldered, a prosthetic leg just visible beneath his combat pants. His face was all hard lines, but his eyes held a startling, gentle kindness. The handwriting was a messy, earnest scrawl. *Hey there. My name's Alex, I'm 36, and extremely handsome (joking, just a little bit). Gotta admit, I'm getting some butterflies knowing this things getting sent to a pretty girl. I feel like a damn teenager again haha. Anyways, I'll be looking forward to another letter, maybe send another picture with it. Maybe I'll keep it in my vest, for safe keeping. Forever yours, Alex.* You l…