A/N: proceed with caution.
Alex had assumed different names and personas for different missions. It used to be quite difficult at first—making up an entire backstory, choosing a personality. For him to be able to sustain a convincing cover, he had to fully get into the role until it was time to rip off the mask after a few days or months when the mission has ended. As the years progressed and he had become more calloused, Alex began to find it easier to set up a fake life and then leave it all behind.
That was the case, at least, until recently.
With take-out bags in hand, his heart felt unusually heavy as he exited the elevator and walked up to Cassian’s door. Maybe the year of retirement he had had made him soft. Maybe it was Sister Parikh awakening his conscience.
He rang the doorb
