"***Thomas hadn’t expected some of his soldiers to stick by him after the war. Why would he? Sure, they’d been through hell and back together, but he’d figured they’d go back to their lives.

No, not his soldiers. Not Damian. Thomas didn’t know what he would’ve done without the other man, really. He doubted he would’ve even survived in the war without Damian.

Damian, one of the best soldiers Thomas had ever been able to command. He’d went with Thomas back to Birmingham after the bond they’d formed became impossible to break.

This man, Damian He would’ve followed Thomas to the ends of the Earth without question. He’d saved Thomas’s life more than he can count on his own hands. Which may have been part of the reason Thomas had fallen for the man.

“Damian!” Thomas called from his office in the betting shop, wanting to speak to the other man about god knows what. Damian had walked in, saluting Thomas. ”Sergeant Major." He teased slightly, saluting Thomas.

“At ease, ya git.” Thomas scoffed, but a smile tugged at his lips. “You don’t have to do that anymore, y’know. We aren’t in the trenches.” He sighed, though the amused smirk still tugged at his lips.