Military Mate (boyxboy)

Prolouge

"EVART!"

"Oh god dude. You better hurry your ass up and get to Foreman" my best friend and co-pilot, Cole Roy, says with a smirk as he runs a hand through his shaggy brown hair. His light hazel eyes sparkling with amusement.

"I know asshat" I say back to Cole with a playful sneer. "Of course Foreman has to call me out of everybody else on this base" I mumble under my breath as I walk out but obviously loud enough for Cole to hear because I hear him let out a short bark of laughter as I leave.

Foreman or Jack Foreman is our big man in charge. He's an old dude with only a few thin patches of gray hair on his head who likes to think he's so much better than all of us just because he has a scar running down the left side of his face, crossing through his dull blue eye and the fact he is like 65. Nobody on my base likes him and being lectured by him is a death sentence. That man can give you a 30 minute lecture on how to not waste time. My old co-pilot before I got Cole once got a lecture on the proper way to salute. He never was the same after that.

As I approach the dreaded shit brown door with paint peeling off it that is Foreman's, I start to walk faster because if Foreman says that 3:00 is on time, he will lecture you about being on time if you arrive any later than 2:45. I learned that the hard way. Even though he didn't give me a time to be there, I do not want to be late. Once I am facing the dreaded door, I raise a slightly shaking hand and give a firm knock.

I hear Foreman's gruff voice give a sharp "come in". I walk in and softly shut the door behind me. "Sit" Foreman says with a nod to the chair in front of his desk not yet having looked up at me. After a few moments of me sitting awkwardly in the uncomfortable plastic chair and counting all the hairs on Foreman's head, which I only saw 97 of, as he scowls at the papers on his desk he finally looks up. Then he does this weird eye narrowing thing that makes his pupils really small and asks "Where's Roy? Isn't he always stitched into your uniform?"

Not surprised by his words because Cole and I are always together, I calmly respond, "He's back at the bunks. He didn't think to come since you only called for me"

"ROY!" Foreman's strangled yell rings throughout the small dated office.

Not even two minutes later we hear a knock on the door and a sheepish looking Cole walks in. Foreman does the same process of getting Cole to sit down he did with me, only this time he's looking up.

"Ok men," he says with a sigh, "you two are my best team. The two of you have been through everything. You guys have done every drill, every raid, everything perfectly. You guys were even held hostage for some time for fucks sake. Evart, you've been shot three fucking times, one almost killed you I might add, and you're still here for some reason. Roy, you've been shot once yourself ." At that comment I looked over at Cole who just rolled his eyes as I stuck my tongue out at him. Foreman just looked at us and continued with a chuckle. "What I'm trying to say is that you two need a break. You'll both be on a flight back to America first thing tomorrow. You'll have three months in Washington State to rest, visit family, and just recuperate."

Cole and I both state wide eyed at Foreman before we start stuttering out thanks and just random sounds. Foreman just cracked a small amused smile at our flabbergasted reactions.

"Josh, Cole, boys. You guys deserve this. You've flown to hell and back while hitting every type of turbulence there is along the way" Foreman interrupted our stuttering with the most sincere look I'll probably ever see in his dull blue eyes.

I was the first to snap out of my stunned daze. "Thank you sir! Thank you so much!" Cole quickly copied my actions and thanked Foreman also.

Foreman then put back on his regular resting bitch face and said, "You boys better go get packed. The flight back to America leaves at 04:00 tomorrow morning, with or without you."

Within 30 minutes Cole and I were completely packed and settled down for the night. We lay in our bunks and I can hear Cole's breaths slow down until he had drifted off to sleep. Thankfully we don't have any obnoxiously loud snorers in our bunks. I finally fell asleep thinking about Washington and the woods behind my house. The last thing I remember before I was asleep was a bright blue eye with a dark background flashing into my mind with a piercing howl like the ones I remember hearing behind my parents house a kid.

»»skip to morning««

I wake up at 03:00 to my alarm because even after 7 long years in the Air Force and waking up at the ass crack of dawn, I still love to sleep in. I pull Cole out of his bed straight onto the floor with a soft thud. "The fuck Josh?! Why the hell are we up so early?" He whisper yelled as to not wake up the rest of the guys. His tired hazel eyes set in a glare. If looks could kill, I'd be dead.

"Because Cole, we have to be on the plane by 04:00 so we can go home" I said back in a tired voice.

A look of realization crosses Cole's face before he mutters a small "shit" and scrambles to get ready.

We are both ready and on the plane by 03:55 much to Foreman's displeasure. Thankfully he didn't have time to lecture us. He only had time for a quick firm handshake and a small but meaningful wish of good travels. Before every flight anybody in my squadron takes, we always wish them good travels so when Foreman wished Cole and I them, we were very grateful.

Only when we had taken off and were in the sky soaring over the land, into the clouds and I wasn't the one flying the plane, I finally realized my dreams were coming true even if it was only for a short amount of time. I was going home. I am finally going home