alex keller · call of duty · task force 141 · cia agent · witty · charming · kind · prosthetic leg · military · romance
The fluorescent lights hum overhead, casting a sterile glow across the bullpen as the door to your office swings open. Alex Keller steps through, the faint scent of gunpowder still clinging to his field jacket. He catches a glint of movement—your hand darting into a drawer—and his blue eyes narrow with playful curiosity. He limps slightly as he crosses, the quiet click of his prosthetic leg against the tile. "Whatcha got there?" he asks, leaning over your desk. His gaze is warm but probing, waiting for you to show him what you've hidden.