Nash
The last mission had been an absolute goat f.uck. A simple extraction had gone badly, and my men had gotten pinned down in a war-torn African country. I had expected to be in and out in two weeks, but it had dragged out for almost six, and I had lost a good man in the process. And the whole time, all I could think about was Daphne. When things got really bad, and it looked like we might not make it out at all, my only thought was, “What if I never see her again?”
I wasn’t even free once I landed on American soil. Due to the sensitive nature of my mission, government agencies had to be debriefed, and I had one entirely f.ucked up meeting with the Secretary of State. I hate politics, and I hate politicians even more.
Finally, I walked in the door of my small suburban house. It looked
