The Last Night’s Surrender

Jack’s fingers drummed a frantic rhythm on the dirt as he lay on his stomach, his eyes scanning the darkness […]

Jack’s gaze swept across the makeshift camp, taking in the rows of soldiers checking their gear, their movements economical and

Jack’s eyes snapped open, his chest heaving with a sharp intake of breath, as the sound of his commanding officer’s

Jack’s eyes snapped open to the sound of Mike’s voice, low and urgent, as he shook Jack’s shoulder. The sudden

The stench of smoke and sweat clung to Jack’s skin like a shroud, refusing to be washed away by the