The Falcons Love (SamxReader) [ON HOLD]

Chapter 3

I should be at home going to sleep but I can't. I can never sleep. So, instead I'm sitting at the town bar and drinking a beer.

"Want another one YN?" Mark the bartender asked me. I shook my head.

"Not yet. Give me a few and I'll order another one." I tell him taking another swig of my drink. This was normal. I would stop in here 3-5 times a week for 2 to 3 beers before heading home. I never liked overstaying my visit at Sarah's. Though she tells me I'm always welcome I don't want to bother her. Yeah, yeah, I know it's all in my head, whatever... my minds made up and I'm not changing my thought process anytime soon. Like they say you can't teach an old dog new tricks.

Though, I'm not that old, 39, but still old enough. Military training doesn't help either.

"Hey, I didn't expect to see you here." I look to my left and see Sam sitting next to me.

"Why do I have a feeling you're lying and that Sarah told you exactly where to find me." I say as I let out a soft sigh. So much for my quiet moment alone with my thoughts.

"Cause she did. I wanted to buy you a beer. Figured it was the least I could do for everything you've done for my family for the last few years."

"I would have done it for anyone. I don't care that you're a hero, I did it because your sister is the closest thing that I have to family." I tell him honestly as I flag down Mark for 2 beers. Mark brought us the beers and we sit silently next to each other. Finally, his eye movements get the better of me and I speak up. "Spill Wilson, what's on your mind?"

"I'm just thinking about work." He told me with a shrug.

"You're going to leave again, aren't you?" I ask as I take another drink.

"Yeah, I have another mission. Sarah and I agreed that I would help out when I wasn't on them but I don't know how long I'll be gone for."

"Try not to die. I may not be mad at you, but that doesn't mean I necessarily like you. None the less you're Sarah's brother and she would be devastated if she lost you, again. She's already lost so much." He gave a hum in return of my comment.

"Tell me something about yourself. I know you have your share of secrets."

"I had a brother."

"Had?" I nodded my head before downing the rest of the beer.

"Air Force. Died by an insurgent's RPG. His partner lived." With that I stand up throwing 40 bucks on the counter and walking out the door. Sam may think that sounded familiar. It was. My brother was Riley, Sam's partner, died by an RPG on a rescue mission. He was the only family I had left and he was gone.

I don't hate Sam because of what happened. I know from experience that things like that are an individual's choice. Any military personnel knows that their life is at risk every time they go on a mission but they do it anyway since it's the job. I hop in my truck and pull down the visor there sits a picture of Riley in his uniform next to Sam and a picture of Riley and I the Christmas before he passed.

"I miss you big bro." I whisper closing the visor and turning on my truck before heading to my place for the next few hours before I repeat my day all over again.