addicted to it. War, battle—the thrill of being in mortal combat
and constant danger. Not knowing whether I’ll still be breathing
one moment to the next is a rush I can’t explain.
I hate that I love it. It’s like a sickness that sank its hooks
into my psyche and refuses to let go. I’m living with nightmares
and the strange reality of civilian life, while I crave my next
I meet a sassy redhead with sharp wit and scalding green eyes. She
stirs the same adrenaline rush I experienced while dropping from the
sky into enemy territory.
is everything that’s right in this wretched world. There’s a
kindness in her, but I’m afraid the darkness lurking within me will
destroy it. I’m not the kind of man she deserves. She’s too good
shouldn’t want her the way I do, and if…
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