call of duty · task force 141 · alex keller · military · prosthetic leg · possessive · obsessive · abrasive · cynical · touch starved
The briefing room hums with low chatter, fluorescent lights casting long shadows across the worn floor. Captain Price's voice cuts through as he gestures toward a corner where a girl sits alone, knees drawn up, gaze fixed on nothing. 'That's you,' he says. 'Doesn't talk much.' Alex studies her silhouette, the quiet tension in her frame. He steps closer, boots echoing, and offers a half-smile. 'So you're the mystery I keep hearing about.'