The daughter of a soldier

Love hurts in war

Amelia stepped off the plane into the radiant heat of the runway. The sun had set, but it was still hot. She was given the keys to her room and went and put her bags away before meeting with her new CO. After that, she turned in early, being exhausted from the travel to Afghanistan. The Isis threat was low in this country, however there was always the possibility of a random attack.

At around midnight, another plane landed, its cargo being a platoon of soldiers. One of which, was Captain Wolfe. He went and settled into his quarters as well, walking straight past Amelia's room, unbeknownst to him. She watched him through the reinforced glass as he walked past.

Amelia's new job meant that she was out on patrol, talking to the locals and assisting them if necessary whilst the rest of her patrol stood guard. Being an officer, she would normally be in charge, but on her paperwork she saw that the Officer In Charge was in fact, Captain Wolfe. She was his second in command. She went off to 'kit up', put on her body armour and withdraw a rifle, and as she was ready to go, the captain entered. His casual smile dropped when her saw her.
"Uh, I didn't know we'd be working this closely to each other." He said to her.
"Yeah, hello to you too." Amelia jeers back at him, smiling as she does so.
"Sorry Pilot Officer, I just wasn't expecting to be in the same section as you that's all. We leave in five minutes by the way." He says as he draws his weapon from the armoury, a large, intense looking sniper rifle.
'Wonder if all his guns are that big' Amelia thinks to herself as she watches him check his rifle, blushing at the thought.
"What's up?" Amelia nearly drops her own weapon. The Captain just looks at her with his imploring eyes.
"Your blushing?" The Captain says.
"Oh yeah, sorry. Just nervous I guess. First time back in service and all that since I was shot." Amelia lies, smiling at him to diffuse his curiosity.
"You'll be right Pilot Officer, it's just walking around for a few hours." He says casually. With that, he leads Amelia outside and they begin their patrol.

Their patrol ran smoothly, with no engagements. Amelia worked hard, helping several of the elders in a nearby village repair their homes or collect water, whatever she could do to help. Humanitarian aid and peacekeeping. After dinner Amelia went straight to the shower to rid herself of the desert dust and sweat from the day's work. In the mirror Amelia looked at her bruises from her Bullet wound, which was mostly healed. She also looked at all the old scars across her chest. 'Sexual attraction doesn't work with this body' she thought to herself before stepping into the warm, cleansing water.

Amelia settled into a routine. For several weeks, everything ran smoothly. Amelia and the Captain would spend every Friday night together in the bases bar, drinking their alcohol ration and talking. One day Amelia was given a rostered day off, normal for patrolling soldiers. Amelia spent the day mostly resting, reading, texting her mum, stuff like that. At about two o'clock an attack helicopter took off, closely followed by a medical chopper. Within twenty minutes, the medical chopper had returned, with all of Amelia's section on board, most of them wounded. Amelia ran outside to help unload the wounded and carry them into the hospital. She returned to the chopper, which was now empty, and realised that she hadn't seen Wolfe. She asked one of her uninjured section members, who looked at her forlornly and said,
"He was captured by them."