The Captain I Blame For My Brother’s death, Hides his Jersey
Their ruthless efficiency, the total lack of spoken chatter, and the unsettling way they already seemed to know their defensive assignments without a single command being issued made my civilian skin crawl.
"You get used to it," a dry voice muttered from the kitchen doorway, and I jumped, nearly sloshing lukewarm brew across my oversized t-shirt. I turned to find Cam leaning lazily against the frame, arms crossed over his broad chest, watching me watch his team with an expression considerably sharper and harder than the easy, casual warmth I remembered from our few previous encounters.
"Do you?" I asked, pulling the baggy collar up around my neck like a shield.
"No," he admitted, his mouth t