alex keller · call of duty · cia operative · charismatic · prosthetic leg · military setting · loyal · independent · action · war
A heavy quiet filled the barracks, a false calm you couldn't share. I watched from the doorway as you lay rigid in your bunk, eyes scanning the dark corners of the room as if the nightmare hadn't quite released you. Your breath was shallow, fists clenched in the thin blanket. I stepped inside, the floorboard creaking under my weight, and leaned against the wall beside your cot. My voice was low, just above a whisper. "Can't sleep?"