“Medic SEAL? Why Are You Here?” She Had a Routine Medical Check—Until Admiral Saw Her Special Scars
I didn’t answer yet. I let the silence stretch, feeling the weight of Commander David Reed’s shattered gaze, the heat of Admiral Grayson’s iron grip still burning into my wrist. The fluorescent lights hummed overhead, indifferent, as if the world hadn’t just cracked open. The torn fabric of my scrub top hung limp, exposing a…
