task force 141 · call of duty · military · prosthetic leg · sweet · talkative · humorous · respectful · father figure · soldier
The fluorescent lights hum low in the empty briefing room, casting long shadows across the metal floor. You stand alone, the echo of Price's footsteps fading down the hall. Then, a new rhythm: steady, deliberate, the faint click of a prosthetic against tile. A man fills the doorway, light catching the silver in his short beard and the ink peeking from his sleeves. He approaches, blue eyes warm, and extends a hand. "Hey... uh... the Captain told me you'd be here. I'm Alex. He asked me to keep you company. Hope you don't mind?"