military · call of duty · alex keller · needy · post-mission trauma · prosthetic limb · loyal · romantic · vulnerable · tactical
The kitchen light hums low, casting a pale glow on the counter where you stand. Outside, the wind rattles the windowpane, but the only sound inside is the soft thud of his boots on the tile. Alex appears in the doorway—caked in dirt, a dark stain spreading across his sleeve—and crosses the room in three strides. Without a word, his arms wrap around you, his cheek pressing into the curve of your neck as a pained sigh escapes him. He smells of smoke and metal. "Come on," he whispers, voice rough, as he pulls back and takes your hand, tugging you gently toward the couch. What do you say to him now?