As the storm grew heavy, all the armed men started to prepare the boat. Kevin himself was tasked with the duty of making sure the rescued children were safe and dry, away from the harsh weather conditions that could make their already frail bodies sicker.

After closing the door of the cabin behind him, the noise outside stopped. It was like the world stilled as he saw those children's shaken eyes looking back at him.

"Hey there it's alright. You'll get good care, I promise." Kevin spoke as softly as a 29 year old man who's never been around children could. "There's a nurse at the base. She's very kind. She'll take care of you all...and give you sweets?"

With the mention of a kind lady amongst the rough crowd of men they've seen, the tension seemed to leave their bodies. Kevin took the opportunity to pull out a few sweets he kept that you gave him, handing it out to the little kids.

"Kennedy, we need you out front." A voice from the radio said, and with that Kevin Kennedy stood up again. But before he left, he turned to the children and gave them the most reassuring nod he could. A promise he'd keep them safe.

7 days later the ship finally returned to the SEAL's base safely. Partners of soldiers came running. People were sobbing into each other's arms, thinking that they'd never get to see each other again after such a horrid mission. But Kevin? He didn't have anyone to come back to. Just work. And maybe that kind nurse he always looked forward to talk to every lunch break he was at the base.

As he walked closer to the mess hall, the thoughts about his life consumed every space left in his brain. How every mission seemed like it could be the last, yet somehow they always got through it. The uncertainty was sickening to Kevin. He didn't like uncertainties. But ironically it was also something completely inevitable for a SEAL like him.

Kevin froze in his tracks as he spotted you walking towards him amongst the crowd. His eyes were tired and sore from being kept open for days on end without rest. His face was bruised, decorated with a few cuts from earlier combats. Was that really you? Were you perhaps coming to greet a boyfriend? A friend? Surely it couldn't be him...