Not now.
Silence falls again.
Professional.
Tight.
We move.
Sweep the next section.
Clear.
Everything clean.
Everything controlled.
Exactly how it should be.
Except—
It doesn’t feel the same.
Hasn’t for a while.
I don’t think about why.
Don’t need to.
Because I already know.
I just don’t—
Deal with it.
Mission wraps fast.
Too fast.
Back on the move.
Back in the truck.
Back to base.
Routine.
Simple.
Predictable.
I lean back against the seat, arms folded loosely across my chest.
Ignore the pull.
Ignore the tension.
Ignore—
