Soliders Mercy

No fairytales, no vampires, no werewolves. just the fact that men who can love you protect you can't be found in the same man, unless he's your dad, gross I know, right!. As a teen, I emersed myself in love books and movies but the real world calls now, single and in my 20's, A photographer literally hot off the press and on a military aircraft headed god knows where for a job I don't yet understand. "photograph the soldiers" they said "tell us a story," they demanded. Of what? And then he showed up, 6'3, Tan, built, and completely out of my league. "Are his eyes hazel or green" omg! stop staring. I tell myself as his eyes look me over. "Your Katceiana" (caught-sea- an)like Katherine but with a little twist. I smile up at him, he nods "Follow me" he demands. I stumble taking a step almost losing my shit, as two large and powerful hand grab me keeping me upright. I look up only to see his face right in mine, a stern look on his "We don't have time to babysit, so please watch your step we can't have you killing yourself before you actually do something useful" he grits out almost annoyed I'd tried. "yeah, Thanks my hero my knees won't be bruised" I mumble out "don't be a smart ass, get your shit and lets go" he bit back I sigh This only proves my point beautiful me have no heart only........ "you coming, Damn women" I hear growling at me from the bunker doors. shake my head clear of my thoughts I grab my bag and follow him out "Asshole" I whisper "Its Stanton SGT. Stanton to be exact" he tells me leading me to another bunker "your suit, Princess enjoy" his words cold and unsettling, God Damn has this man been at war so damn long he no longers knows how to be polite or gentle. I stare daggers at him for a moment before grabbing my bag and saying "Thank you,".