Frankie was on duty for eight weeks. You hated it, but found a way to connect while he was away. You'd call each other whenever he was free or had time while doing something. He was currently on duty, but had some time to spare to check on you.

"How's the weather?" Frankie asked through the phone. You could hear he was walking or doing something that made him breathe hard. "Excited that I'm coming come in two weeks?"

He was excited to leave. He couldn't bare all the shit he had to watch and do. The world was a cruel place sometimes. "I actually-" Frankie said before the sounds of gunshots on his side made your heart drop.

"Shit! Cover-!" Frankie's voice was cut off by what seemed to be an explosion. The sound so loud you had to push the phone away from your ear. He was being attacked and all you could hear were screams and gunfire of who you hoped was not your husband.