Holiday Soldier Is Never Off Duty Novels & Stories

“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.

No matter what, Michael wouldn’t be lasting much longer. The moment I got into my car, I called someone that worked for me, the person who handled all my dirty jobs. His name was Hunter and I met him during my time as a boxer. He was once a special forces soldier but he got dishonorably discharged. He worked as a mercenary for a bit and then quit due to its high risk. His name was Hunter. “You never call me for fun,” he muttered the moment he picked up the call. “I need your help. There is someone I need to get rid of,” I replied.

"You're a soldier, aren't you? Are you going home on leave? My son's five months old." Kyson was stunned for a moment. He asked in confusion, "How did you know I'm a soldier?" She chuckled and explained, "My husband's a soldier too. You all carry that spirit. You just stand out. My husband was worried when I told him I'm taking the train with my son. Lucky for me, a soldier is sitting right across. I'll tell him when I get home." Her easy smile relaxed Kyson, and for the first time in a while, he smiled. "Your son's adorable. I have a son too…"

“You gonna tell me what happened, kiddo?” “Maybe someday, Dad,” she admitted. “Maybe someday when it doesn’t hurt so much.” “Fair enough, honey. Just know you can always talk to me.” “I know,” she’d squeezed his hand. “I know, Daddy.” “There’s one thing I feel like you need to know, Sarah.” “What?” Marty hesitated, then looked into her eyes. “I talked to Patrick Fresco yesterday. Tim’s unit deployed to Afghanistan last week.” *** “Are we having fun yet?” Dack called down to Tim from the gunner’s turret as they rode.

And in the dirty motel room, under the buzzing neon sign, they slept. Two soldiers preparing for the final charge. With three marks left. And a story that was about to burn the world down.

“But in case you never noticed, the colonel has a nonfraternization clause in his contracts. We could both lose our jobs.” “I’d forgotten about that.” “I wish I could.” “Sorry, man.” “Fuck it. I’m sorry. Tessa’s sofa is half a foot too small for me.” And he’d spent half of last night hard for her, wondering what it would be like to curl up next to her soft body and fuck her in the middle of the night. “So I’m cranky.” “That sounds horrible, but still cozier than my next couple of nights. Josiah, Walker, and I are pulling out with the colonel to do a quick op tomorrow.”

Sage, dressed in her battle suit, stood atop the roof at headquarters as she assigned missions. "Friends, we've just received word that the team from Evercrest delivering our food supplies has departed. The soldiers have already encountered enemy attacks and have suffered casualties. I know none of you have had a proper meal to eat and it's difficult for you to stay strong for battle. However, today is the day we must fight." The soldiers quietly looked at Sage. Some of them even teared up from the tragic news. The soldiers who sacrificed themselves were their comrades-in-arms, someone's children, partners, or even parents. There were many waiting for their companions to come home to them.

I wanted him to try again because lying doesn't help. "We are soldiers from the US military, special forces. Our captain was the woman that your guard shot in the leg." He stated. The Army?? Why is the Army here?? What did Joshua and Hazel do?!?! Footsteps were coming my way– Anisel came in with snacks. When he handed me my daily cravings, I told him what had been said. He had the same look as me– why?? Anisel has never stepped foot in the US or had any ties with the military. If that's true, then how do they know their names? It was just a guess, as our name is common in Satia. What a sack of shit; he is just toying with us, and it is getting on my nerves.

“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 Asher 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.