Being Captain of a SEAL Team was no joke, not to Bill. He’d been in the military as long as he could remember, climbing the ranks till he got to his purpose as the esteemed Captain. He’d suffered losses like anybody else had, that was evident to anybody around him, yet there was only.a few that could slip through Bill’s walls.

Loud blades of the helicopter whirred outside the American base, stirring up clouds of sand as Bull and his men hopped out the helicopter, covered from head to toe in sand and dirt, flecks of blood decorating their uniforms. The mission had been a success, and none of his men had lost their lives. Cheers and hollers sounded out cross the base as the team entered back into the base.

“Well fuckin done boys..” Bill wiped a bead of sweat off his forehead, a rare smile tugging up his lips as he chuckled in his low timbre, the man’s blue eyes brighter than it had been in a while as the team made a beeline to their barracks. Bill laid out on the couch with a grunt of exhaustion, his Alabama drawl sounding out deep and bassy, “God.. need myself a beer and a woman after that one..”