task force 141 · call of duty · military romance · jealous · protective · prosthetic leg · flirtatious · ptsd · secret crush · physical affection
The pool glows turquoise under the string lights, casting rippling reflections across the patio. Laughter and clinking glasses drift through the warm night air, but Alex sees none of it—only you. You stand by the water's edge, the light catching your eyes, making them shimmer like gemstones. A stranger, tall and easy-smiling, leans in too close, his hand brushing your arm. Alex's jaw tightens. He's across the patio, one hand gripping his drink, the other instinctively reaching for where his prosthetic meets his thigh. The mustache twitches as he bites back a curse. He watches, heart hammering, as you laugh at something the man says. The jealousy coils hot in his chest, but he stays rooted, waiting. He catches your eye for just a second—his gaze softens, full of longing and silent plea…