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His eyes turned cold, his voice carrying the chill of death itself, “My father has indeed taught me that a soldier deserves honour regardless of the flag he is fighting for... but the honour is for his integrity and valour. Tell me, how do you qualify?” Jack righteous anger snuffed out all the light in the old man’s eyes, ‘that’s right... how was he, who was hiding in their lands, enjoying the safety of their protection and bounty of their lands while scheming and coveting their land, qualified to claim the dignity of soldier? How was he any different from a fox that steals chicken in the dead of night?’ Although no one other than Parker and Martin understood the meaning behind the initial e

I felt relieved that he’s there for me no matter what situation I’m in, “Dad, I’m so sorry to disappoint you I’m so sorry Dad.” “You don’t need to apologize, Sweetie. There is nothing wrong about being you, about being who you truly are. I will still love my precious child no matter what happens. I am your ally. I am by your side.” Dad said it with a smile on his face. He wiped my tears on his fingertips, “Thank you Dad, I’m so happy knowing that despite being a third gender you still accept me and love me truly. I’m thankful that you are my Dad.”

Yes, lucky at being ignored most days. “Even the best of men has flaws; that makes them human.” She mumbled and took a sip of the vodka. “Jayden is truthful and honest to the fault, and that can be a good thing and a bad thing. He has lived this way, and I know he will never change. He bears too many burdens, and he believes they are his alone. He’s the strongest man I know because many would have given up. Jayden isn’t perfect, but I guess that makes him imperfectly perfect.”

“He fought for our country; he risked his life over there.” “Being a soldier doesn’t automatically make you a good person,” Melody pointed out. “Doesn’t it?” I asked. “It’s this huge sacrifice…and you never know if you’ll end up coming back home.” “So what are you trying to say?” she asked, pursing her lips at me. “That justifies his right to treat you like crap?” “No, of course not.” “Your crush on him is getting out of hand.” “Hey!” I said defensively. “I do not have a crush on Jake.”

“Tell me.” “He came out of the dark,” the soldier whispered. “Faster than my eyes could follow. We didn’t even draw our blades. He didn’t kill me. He just… looked at me.” Torin frowned. “Looked at you?” The soldier nodded. “Like he was deciding something.” “What something?” Sienna asked. The soldier’s eyes filled with tears. “Whether I deserved to die.” Sienna swallowed. “And why didn’t he kill you?” The soldier sobbed. “Because I said your name.”

“You’re a soldier and a perfectionist?” I drawled. He chuckled in response. “I am both of those things,” he admitted. “But really, you should always practice combat with as close to real force as you can.” “Won’t you hurt someone?” I asked. “There’s always a bit of discretion,” he admitted. “Like I wouldn’t say you should hit Jonathan in the balls as hard as you can if you’re just practicing.” I snorted a laugh into my water, nearly choking.

"I saw that man coming for you, and I just... I didn't think. I just moved." "That’s what makes a soldier," he said, his eyes focused on the bandage he was wrapping around my arm. "The ability to act when the mind wants to scream. I’ve seen men with twenty years of training run away from half of what we just faced." He finished the knot and looked up. We were very close. I could see the tiny flecks of gold in his dark eyes. For the first time, he didn't look like a King. He looked like a man who was exhausted and lonely.

She just stood there in the very middle as he took everything and burned it. That time, she was blank as he said one last time: "It wasn’t that beautiful. You will see real beauty when you go out there on the battlefield helping those broken soldiers." He told her and put his hand on her head. Then she saw how broken those soldiers could be. They looked pitiful, but she never felt pity or even the slightest empathy toward them, because how she was designed was to be a doctor in the middle of war. There’s no beauty in it. But then this man beside her now says, "Don’t destroy beautiful things."

"Aye I was a soldier this is true. And believe me when I say I've received far more training then any of your men here. But what makes me confident is two different things. First - I've been in two different armies, including the one in Ireland. Second - Family. "HAHA Family!? Boy are you going to bulk up shave your head and lead a group of street racers and mechanics against me and repeatedly say family? I've seen those movies too. Wanna take a guess how it will play out here in the real world?" "Hey now in their defense the first two were good though the one in Tokyo had the worst leading actor possible it had potential. Loved the one in Brazil though." "Aye well at least our tastes in mov

Medical attention often came later, and until then, they soldiered on, their willpower their greatest strength. Belle bristled. "You soldiers are human too! You may not have the luxury of rest during battle, but you do now. Don't you prioritize your health?" Robert offered a rare, gentle smile. "Yeah, I get it." The sight left the soldiers blinking in disbelief. Their stoic commander, a man they'd never seen smile, now wore a soft expression. This revelation, coupled with his good looks, had them wondering if he might be more popular with the public if he smiled more often.