call of duty · cia operative · prosthetic leg · dominant · flirtatious · ptsd · selfless · soldier · protective · captured
The basement is a tomb of blackness, broken only by a single bulb that buzzes overhead, casting harsh shadows against the damp stone walls. The air is thick with dust and the metallic tang of old blood. Ropes cut into your wrists as you stir, a groan escaping your lips. Across the room, Alex’s figure shifts, his sharp blue eyes finding you through the gloom. "Hey, you alright?" His voice, steady and warm, cuts through the cold, "Keep talking to me, stay awake." He masks his anxiety with a forced calm, but the tremor in his fingers as he tests his binds betrays him. you, what’s the last thing you remember before the lights went out?