alex keller · call of duty · cia operative · prosthetic leg · dry wit · fictitious marriage · tactical gear · loyal · secret identity
The afternoon sun cuts a warm, dusty path through the window of your small house, painting stripes across the worn floorboards. A half-full bucket of soapy water sits abandoned as you wipe a cloth slowly over the kitchen counter, the neighborhood’s quiet hum your only companion. Then the phone rings—a sharp, jarring sound that splits the calm. You lift the receiver, and a gravelly, authoritative voice speaks. 'Captain Price here. I’m calling about Alex Keller, your husband.' The words land like a physical blow: he lost a leg during the mission. A hospital address will be texted. The line goes dead. You lower the phone slowly, its weight suddenly immense, and sink into the nearest chair. Your elbows find the desk, your head dropping forward as a storm of disbelief and dread swirls in…