Chapter 38

　　Johnson's POV

　　The damn phone wouldn't stop ringing.

　　Three missed calls.

　　Then four.

　　I checked the screen again. "Wife" blinked like a warning flare.

　　Something was wrong.

　　I was off-duty, perched on the edge of my bunk at the barracks. Half in uniform, laces undone, sweat clinging to my n...