Holiday Soldier Is Never Off Duty Novels & Stories

"Company, attention! Render salute to the First-Class Meritorious Hero of Talon Unit, Callan Wright!" When all the soldiers snapped to attention and saluted me, reporters and guests around us went into a frenzy. "Oh my god! He's a First-Class Meritorious Hero!" "I just called him a beggar… I'm such a fool…" The people who'd mocked me moments ago now hung their heads, burning with shame. Velda's face was completely bloodless. It finally dawned on her what kind of man she'd crossed, but now, it was far too late. Gunthar's gaze was sharp as he turned around. "Callan has spent ten years guarding the nation's borders with near-death sacrifices. His family is the family of every soldier in this se

As the sun sets, while the sky begins to darkin here come the troops heading back to Headquarters, while the helicopter is beginning to land. As the troops starting to celebrate from their first mission. but one thing about, one of the Soldiers, well one of them which is Yusuke he can be a hand full Yusuke wasn't always so bright he would rush into battle without thinking. Yusuke was proud to serve his country. Commander walks into tent to debrief them for a rescue mission.

Their presence always indicated something important—or dangerous. Joseph squinted, trying to get a better look at the soldier’s face. But it was obscured, and the man’s movements were jerky, unnatural. A sick realization hit him. The soldier wasn’t alive. “Damn it,” Joseph hissed, stepping back from the window. If government operatives had fallen, it meant the outbreak was far worse than he’d imagined. His thoughts turned to his own father, who had served in similar elite units. Was this connected to the government? A conspiracy? Or had they simply been overrun like everyone else? but that wasn't possible, as the soldiers weren't one to leave their post as they stuck to their bosses always.

"Get in the car." "Are you driving?" I ask suspiciously. He gives me awful vibes. I do not want to be alone with him. His frown spreads wider. "No. I'll remain here on guard duty." He sounds annoyed. I guess only some of the soldiers are allowed at the wedding. How does Sasha decide who gets picked for special events and who stays behind to watch an empty house? Kostya adjusts his gun in its holster, and I spy the new bandages on his left hand. Looks like he still isn't healed yet from whatever happened to him the other day.

Miguel was cleaning his caliber 45 in his hut at their camp. That’s where he would live with the other soldiers. He felt like the gun is already a part of him. It was with him like forever. It was his partner way before he was still starting in the army up until now that he became an officer designated in this province. At the age of 28, he’s already successful with what he has achieved in the army. But he admits that it was not an easy road going to where he is now.

Nova hissed. “ Dad, why is she calling an intruder? " Hudson asked but was replied back with total silence from everyone. “ What? Why are you all quiet? John, don’t you want to tell him? Oh no I think Paisley should or maybe Leriel, besides it’s his best friend we’re talking about here” Nova said sarcastically. “ Nova….. “ Ok. Well since nobody wants to speak, I think I should drop the bomb then” She added. “ Well, boom Hudson, your father is a SENTINEL OFFICER and you know what that means, right? “ She asked and Hudson’s lips parted in shock.

He might be easygoing on the surface, but underneath, Noel Holiday was as stubborn as a man could get. "Okay. You can call me in the morning." "I'll be seeing you in the morning," he insisted. "Count on it, baby." "Okay." She didn't ask how he got her number, or how he'd get her address. His mother was in charge of personnel and his brother was the head computer geek. Undoubtedly Noel could get a hold of her file. She didn't care. He was trustworthy - she was sure of that. "I love you." His voice was so certain she wanted to return the words.

I didn’t want this to be ruined, our plan, our future, but he was as invested in her as I was, and we both needed to be reassured. I took a photo of her sleeping peacefully and sent it to him. I knew he needed to see her. I would have too if I knew she had been shot and I wasn’t by her side. This draw I had to her; it was indescribable. It had been years since I first saw her, but the hole that she had left was as big and empty today as it was years ago. Time went by slowly, the sun set, the moon rose, and still I sat by her side. I don’t know when it was, seven or eight in the morning when Callie entered the room again.

“Come on, Eric,” the first soldier shrugs. “He’ll be the king one day anyway. He might as well hear our concerns.” The gruff soldier, Eric, sizes me up again, but he must decide that I’m good for my word, because he finally opens his mouth to speak. “I haven’t been home in two years because I can’t afford to take the time off,” he says slowly. “My wife and son need the money, and this is the best work you can get in Dun’s Crossing.”

The rift that had once divided them was now a distant memory. Aleah’s due date was fast approaching, and Hunter had shared the news that he’d been assigned to a mission in Israel. The President himself had requested him as a bodyguard for the trip. Hunter, meanwhile, had created his own pack, taking in the abandoned pups he’d rescued from rogue attacks. But even with his new responsibilities, he had never turned his back on his work as a soldier. He loved being out in the field, where he felt alive—solving cases, saving lives, and offering hope to those who had none.