Ty
I dropped my duffle bag on the floor next to my other belongings and took a breath before I entered the living room. I’d met a few of them outside, but it was time to meet the rest.
“Not a fan of crowds?” A guy came up behind me and smiled.
“Just getting used to being around people who don’t want to kill me.” I went with honesty as I held out a hand. “Ty Beckett.”
“John Black.” He folded his arms and looked back at the room.
“I’ve heard a little about you, Black.”
“You as well. I’m looking forward to seeing you in action. Your resume is impressive.”
“Don’t believe all you hear.”
“Spoken like a true soldier.” He smiled. He was right. Most soldiers didn’t want the attention for what we did. We all did the job for our own reasons, but mainly because we believed in making a differen
