I don’t fear my teammates turning on me because of how I identify or who I like to sleep with. Instead, I’m doing what I was born for under a command I trust. I’d probably be working minimum wage and getting antsy about not having access to explosives. We’re a family here, and I don’t know where I’d be if Trav hadn’t recruited me from the army. She could take you out from a thousand yards easy. She’s an expert shooter and the best sniper on Trav’s payroll.

Plus, even if she weren’t, she’s too scary to date. Well, duh, she’s one hundred and fifty pounds of lesbian. “I was just showing you affection.” I pout. “Stop trying to see my cards, asshole.” She’s feisty, and we all love her for it. I grab another beer from the fridge in the rec room of Mike Bravo headquarters, and on my way back to the poker table, I kiss Angel on the top of her head. We’ve already had a few days to ourselves, and when our boss, Trav, suggested poker night, we all came running like good little puppies. It’s the perfect way to come down from a job.

Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.įound family, drinks, and some R and R. The actions of the US Army in this work do not reflect the real policies of any branch of the US military. While loosely inspired by existing entities, they are all used in a fictitious manner. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher.įor information regarding permission, write to:Įden Finley - permissions - and Darbadeh are completely made up, along with the Muharib terrorist group. Professional beta read by Les Court Services. Iris Copyright © 2021 by Eden Finley & Saxon James

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