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A Legacy Left Behind - Chapter 9

2 notes • Posted 2021-11-01 19:31:57 GMT

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2 notes • Posted 2021-11-23 16:57:59 GMT

A Legacy Left Behind - Chapter - 4 - What are We?

Rating: Explicit

Category: M/M

Fandoms: Stargate Atlantis, Hawaii Five-0 (2010), Stargate SG-1

Relationship: Steve McGarrett/John Sheppard

Characters: John Sheppard, Steve McGarrett, Danny "Danno" Williams

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Crossover Pairings, Fluff and Smut, Explicit Sexual Content, No DADT, Conversations

Summary: SG-11 is now official. But Steve & John have some stuff to work out between them.

This is a companion/connecting piece for the third chapter of my series, "A Legacy Left Behind." It provides some foundation for the next chapter. There is no plot in this story in connection to the main series. It's basically smut between the main pairing with conversations and snuggles. A little piece of back story to connect the main chapters.

Once again, Salchat. You are a star! Thank you so much for taking the time to read through and beta for me. Also, thank you very much, Bry, the alpha reader for this fic, for your comment and suggestions.

Recreational Room, Level 15 - SGC

Three days after the initiation of new SG-11

“Hey.”

Steve looked up from the PDA he was engrossed in to find Sheppard grinning down at him with a steaming mug in his hand.

He was sitting at the furthest corner of one of the tables in the Rec room on the 15th floor. There was a load of reports they all had to read through and familiarize themselves with since becoming a part of the SGC. Steve found it much easier to concentrate on the contents when he was doing his reading here in the Rec room. It had a handy coffee supply and the chairs at the tables were not the most comfortable. He tended to fall asleep when he read reports in his quarters, sitting on the bed.

Sheppard had told him earlier he had flight training outside the base today. Steve could see he had just returned from his training. He still had his flight jacket on and the grin on his face was positively devilish. His hazel eyes had a wild shine to them after hours spent in an adrenaline rush. The sight brought back fond memories of their very first meeting in Congo.

“This brings back memories,” said Steve with an answering smirk. He set aside his PDA as Sheppard took the seat in front of him and got comfortable.

“Does it, now?” Sheppard knew exactly what Steve was referring to and his grin turned mischievous. “Any good ones?” he took a sip of coffee and placed the mug back on the table with a smug look at Steve.

“Eh.” Steve made a great show of thinking back hard. There was no sense in feeding the cocky pilot’s ego. “They're alright,” he said with a shrug, keeping the grin that was threatening to break out firmly inside.

“Alright?” Sheppard adopted a greatly affronted look. “Hah? Alright?” he added a kick to Steve’s shin from under the table for good measure.

Well, he tried. Steve moved his leg before the offending foot connected. It was his turn to look smug while drinking his own coffee. “I don’t know, maybe I need to refresh my memory,” he added after a moment, with a smile.

“Ah, huh?” Steve received a very skeptical look in return. But John’s twinkling eyes told a different story. He was enjoying the verbal foreplay just as much as Steve was.

“Yeah, it could be that all these AARs are melting my brain cells, you know?” Steve pointed to the offender now lying abandoned on the table near his elbow on stand-by mode.

“Which ones?” Sheppard turned the PDA towards him and brought up the page Steve had been reading. “Oh, SG-1,” he commented when saw the contents. It was from the time when Jack O’Neill was still a Colonel and had the lead of SG-1. “Yeah, that’d do it,” he agreed with Steve’s assessment.

“So, how was your flight training?” Steve asked. John had been quite excited at the prospect of finally getting some real stick time after countless hours spent on flight simulations. He hadn’t talked about anything throughout the dinner the day before.

“Fucking awesome.” His whole face lit up as he recalled the experience. Steve found it hard not to get lost in the excitement that bubbled out of him. “Finally got to take one of those babies out for real,” John continued. “Man, what a rush!”

“Which ones? The 302s or the X-13s?” Steve was referring to the fighter-interceptors, F-302s, and the newest Ancient/Asgard hybrids, the X-13s. John had been working hard to qualify on both types of fighters.

“The 13s.”

“Oh, so you were in orbit?” Steve hadn’t realized that John had been referring to outer space when he had told him about the out-of-base training. No wonder he looked so hyped up.

“Yep, on Daedalus.” John shifted on his chair to get more comfortable and tell the SEAL about the exciting day he’d had. “She’s got the trainers and was scheduled to do battle sims anyway. We got to run three full sims today.” His grin turned full as he remembered the rush. “And for all of them, we were in space.”

“That sounds really fun!” Steve’s own grin matched the one on John’s face. He was also warming to the subject and wanted to hear all about the shenanigans. Because, of course, it was John, and John hardly ever did anything conventional or orthodox, especially when it came to flying.

“It was,” the pilot agreed readily. “Colonel Farell, he’s the CAG* of Daedalus, he divided our battle group into three. Two groups of 302s, eight fighters each, and one group of us with five 13s. He gave me the lead of the X-13s and made us the opfor,*” John told him with a look of pure delight. “The Daedalus was dead in 18 minutes.”

“So your team won or what?”

“Nah, she got us with her missiles just before she went down,” John admitted. “But what a battle!”

Steve could see the clear exhilaration on John’s face and he agreed completely. Taking down a battleship with a full fighter complement with just five fighters on your first day of flight quals was a huge deal.

“So you passed your 13 quals with flying colors? Way to go, Shep,” Steve congratulated him wholeheartedly. He was proud of him.

“You bet I did.” The cocky, smug grin was back in full force. “Smashed Mitchell’s first-day scores to dust.” John couldn’t help but brag about upping Colonel Cameron Mitchell’s records.

“Nice,” said Steve at that bit of news. This was what he had been waiting to hear. “I’ll need to pay a visit to Markham, then,” he informed Sheppard placidly. It took a moment for the pilot to catch up to what Steve just said. Then his eyes went comically wide.

“You didn’t!” he exclaimed. “The all uptight, rule-abiding, proper, navy SEAL, you made a bet!” John couldn’t believe it. Steve usually stayed well away from shenanigans of that sort - it was Danny’s forte.

“Damn right, I did,” Steve added, with emphasis. He had actually done it as a show of support. He had a lot of faith in Sheppard’s skills. “So did Williams and Higgins. We’ve seen you fly, remember? It was a sure thing.”

“Aww, that’s so sweet of you guys,” John said jokingly. But Steve could see the smile on his face was full of genuine happiness.

“I’ll even share the winnings,”

“Which is what exactly?” John wanted to know.

“I'll tell you when I get it.” But Steve wasn’t about to spill just yet.

John stared at Steve for a moment before going back to the earlier point of their conversation. “Anyways, about that shitty memory of yours that needs refreshing?"

Steve knew where this was going and he liked it. “Yeah?” he asked with a crooked grin.

“You wanna do something about that now?” The look John was raking him with was still full of mischief but laced with something hot and lustful as well. It was a look that never failed to excite Steve.

“Well,” he started slowly, not bothering to hide his interest. “It’s a much better way to pass time than reading through these dreadful reports.”

“Let’s get outta here then.” Sheppard got up from the chair to leave and picking up his PDA, Steve followed.

………..

They took the elevator to go to level 14 where Sheppard had his quarters. It was the first time Steve had seen Sheppard’s room at the base.

“You're just one floor above us,” he said out loud, mostly to himself.

“Yep.” John got out first and led them to the first room to the left.

“Closer to the stairs too. Convenient,”

“Planning the route for your walk of shame, McGarrett?”

Okay. That question deserved an answer with equal, if not more, complacency.

“Eh.” Steve put on a haughty look and looked down his nose at Sheppard. Which took some effort because they were almost the same height, with John being half an inch taller. “I never walk in shame Sheppard,” he informed the pilot in a mock superior voice. “Never had a reason to.”

Sheppard grinned at the come-back and opened the door to his room, leading the SEAL in. “And so humble about it too,” he added with a chuckle.

Steve’s reply was to grin at him toothily and wriggle his eyebrows. John closed the door behind him and advanced on Steve who held his ground. He enjoyed the verbal back and forth with him very much, but now John wanted more. The anticipation that had been building between them had him already half-hard with need and aching for the man before him.

He attacked that toothy grin with a series of biting kisses on his lips, before pushing his tongue in for a taste. Steve responded by opening up and letting him in to take his fill. Then he returned the favor by tangling his tongue on John’s. They dueled like that for a while for the upper hand - since it was their way - until Steve let out a sigh and let John take over the kiss. That act of submission always spurred John on like nothing else. He had the SEAL’s face in a firm hold in his hands while Steve had his arms wrapped around John’s waist, bringing them chest to chest and groin to groin. John started backing him towards the bed, which was only about two feet away directly behind them, without breaking the feast he was making out of the delectable mouth of his lover.

Steve took the fall backward smoothly and managed to land both of them on the bed with John on top, without any stray elbows or knees getting in the way and without them separating. John kept the kiss going for a while and withdrew reluctantly. Then he got busy divesting Steve of his clothes efficiently, starting with his t-shirt and then shoes, followed by the pair of jeans. He threw them all behind him to fall where they may, knowing his act was driving the neat freak of a SEAL under him crazy. But he had no intention of letting him go anywhere right now. He did the same with his own clothes and shoes hurriedly before settling back on top of Steve to get back to what he was doing.

John found lying on all that hard, sinewy muscle to be a heady experience. They rippled under him making the most erotic contact with his own bare skin. Their hard cocks rubbed against each other as the SEAL kept his limbs locked around John, moving his hips in small, unhurried thrusts.

John broke off from the full lips to continue kissing along the stubbled jawline while shifting to settle fully on top of the body under him. Steve was pliant and let him take the lead, keeping his movements minimal, as always, somehow understanding exactly what John was in the mood for. He found that particular observational skill of Steve, bordering on telepathy, extremely intoxicating and rather addictive.

He continued his exploration to one of his ears, nibbling and licking. Steve let out a choked noise and bucked under John like a wild horse.

Aha! Found a spot! John made a note triumphantly.

John continued to kiss and bite around the sensitive ear drawing out the sexiest sounds from Steve. He spent a bit more time there before continuing down to the very prominent vein that was popping and pulsating on the long neck that was stretched back and exposed to him. He lavished a trial of biting kisses on that neck made for kissing, before urging Steve to turn around by tugging his shoulder.

Steve turned with a relieved sigh and what sounded like a muttered ‘thank fuck.’ John was quite sure that Steve was sensitive enough on those erogenous spots that John could’ve made him come from kissing and sucking him there alone.

Hmm... something to look forward to doing in the future, John made another mental note.

He continued his kissing exploration along the back of his lover’s neck, down the spine, and the firm, round globes of his ass. He playfully bit the left cheek and was almost sent flying off the bed by the reflexive full-body jerk of Steve’s body.

“Fuck! Sorry.”

He heard the muffled apology from Steve, somewhere up above where he had his head firmly tucked into John’s pillow. John chuckled. “Quite sensitive for a supposedly badass SEAL, aren’t you?” he asked with a little laugh.

“I...ah...am. Badass,” came the halting reply. Steve’s body was still jumping and shuddering slightly. “You. Asshole.” Steve was still good on his retorts, but the pillow did nothing to muffle the breathless quality of the voice on the thoroughly aroused man.

John chuckled again and went right back to bite the other ass cheek. The response was immediate but John was ready for it this time. He heard Steve starting to curse like the sailor he was at the overstimulation John was putting him through mercilessly. John relented and directed his attentions towards the expansive and lightly freckled back of his lover, peppering him with soft kisses and nibbles, a small apology.

Then he straightened and stretched towards the bedside table to get the supplies. He was also leaking pre-cum and was as hard as a tree trunk; the extreme responses of the body beneath him had almost pushed him to the brink as well.

He coated two fingers with a generous amount of lube and started to prepare Steve. He had thoroughly enjoyed exploring the man’s body, but he really needed to be in him now. The slow bucking and shuffling from Steve was encouraging him wordlessly to get on with it.

After taking his time prepping the tight entrance, John rolled a condom on. Then coated himself in more of the lubricant and slowly guided himself into the willing body beneath him. Steve grunted and lifted his hips to urge him on. John massaged around the tight ass that was surrounding him with velvety heat and pressure to help ease the burn of the entry. He gave the SEAL the time to adjust and when Steve started to move slowly, he took the hint to let go.

John started to thrust slow and deep into the enticing channel that was flexing and clenching around him. Steve pushed back, matching him thrust to thrust. John let out a groan and shifted. He wrapped an arm around Steve and hauled him up, bringing his back flush against John’s chest. The new position sent him even deeper inside the tight passage and Steve moaned, letting his head fall back on John’s shoulder. John kept thrusting his hips deep while using one hand to keep the SEAL in place and the other to stroke him in time with the thrusts. Steve let him do as he pleased, keeping his own hands clutching onto John’s thighs and holding on, letting John take him for the ride.

Before long John felt the climax building up at the base of his spine, sending sparks like a live wire inside his body and his balls drew tight. He sped up his strokes on the hard, leaking cock he had in his hand and felt the moment Steve tipped over the edge. His whole body went rigid and another choked sound escaped the head lolling on John’s shoulder. From one breath to the next, Steve came - jerking thick, white spurts into John’s palm, the bedsheets, and the pillow below. His body tightened around John’s cock in the most delicious manner as he shuddered through his orgasm and it was more than enough to bring John over as well. One deep uneven thrust and John climaxed with a growl, emptying his load to the condom that was deep inside his lover.

Neither of them moved for some time, breathing deep, uneven breaths to calm the rapidly beating hearts. The trembling yet sated bodies slowly relaxed in the embrace. Then John slowly and carefully withdrew from Steve. He removed the condom and tied it off before dropping it in the trash can by his bed. Remembering Steve’s particular distaste towards stickiness, he went to the bathroom to bring a wet towel for his lover. Steve, in an entirely un-Steve-like manner, had collapsed on his stomach on the wet spot he had just created. John couldn’t help the fond smile the sight brought on him. He nudged him to turn and cleaned his chest and belly, then did his best to wipe the wet spot on the bedsheets and the pillow before throwing the towel to the floor as well. Steve didn’t move much other than to whisper a soft thanks for John’s care, completely sated and floating in a post-orgasmic high. John settled beside the SEAL spooning him from behind and wrapped an arm around his waist, drawing him snugly against him. It was still around 15.00 hrs and they had enough time for a nap. John let himself drift away, holding onto the warm body that was next to him.

………

“So,” said Steve after gulping down half the bottle of water in his hand. He had been out for about an hour, snuggled into the warmth of John’s body after their pleasurable exertions. A dry throat had woken him up from his slumber and he had been pleased to find a bottle of water right next to him on the table. His moving around had woken Sheppard as well, who was now staring at him with a sleepy look.

“So?” John echoed, his voice still rough from sleep.

“You know I like you right? I always have a great time with you and I think you do too.”

“Ah-huh?” John was now fully awake detecting a certain tone in Steve’s voice.

“So, um, are we just two friends with very nice benefits, biding our time waiting for the next great fuck to come along, or are we something a bit more?”

John was now staring at him with a narrow eyed-look.

“Listen,” Steve decided to elaborate on what was obviously the beginning of an important conversation.

He finished the bottle and placed it back on the table. Then got up to sit on the bed with his back to the wall behind him. John followed and sat facing him with his pillow on his lap. “When we used to bump into each other when we were touring around the world, I enjoyed those times with you a lot,” Steve continued. “But I never expected us to be exclusive or anything like that because of who and what we were then.” He wasn’t trying to pressure John into anything, but he needed to find out where they stood with each other now. Steve knew from experience that knowing and putting words to those boundaries helped to avoid future misunderstandings and disasters. “But now, we are working together and living in the same base, I guess what I’m asking is, what are we?”

John just stared at him without a reply. Steve was starting to doubt his decision to start this conversation. But then again, if they were to successfully work together, they needed to be straight with each other, he rationalized.

“I’m not waiting for another great fuck to come along,” John blurted out suddenly, sounding annoyed at the idea even. “I already have you,” the last bit was spat out possessively.

“That’s great, we’re both on the same page there,” Steve replied, relieved to hear that. He already knew that he wasn’t at all opposed to an exclusive romantic relationship with the brash pilot. He just needed to find out John’s thoughts regarding the subject.

“And, I’m not going to sleep with other people as long as I’m seeing you,” John said slowly as if he was thinking and sorting through his feelings. “I’d hate to see you going out with others, I think.” Steve couldn’t help but smile at that. He liked a bit of possessiveness in a lover. John seemed to have that in spades. He didn’t mind at all since he was exactly the same. “Are you asking me… like, are we...? Do you want a relationship with me? Is that what this is about?”

For a question, it was a bit all over the place and Steve could read the apprehension on John’s features. But he didn’t think it was directed at the idea of going into a relationship with Steve - at least, he hoped not.

“Yes, John, I’m asking what you think of becoming my boyfriend? The one you go out on dates and have sex with, not just a friend who happens to be a male,” Steve asked plainly, leaving no chance for any misunderstandings or misinterpretations. If John accepted, it would make him a very happy man - if not, he would respect his decision and go somewhere to deal with his hurt feelings and wounded pride in private. At least this way, they wouldn’t have any problems in the future when it came to their lives and jobs.

“Oh!”

His eyes had gone round in surprise as if Steve had just popped ‘The Question’ then and there. For a moment, Steve wondered whether Sheppard hadn’t had any solid relationship with a partner before.

“I… yeah... I...umm… would love it.. really, a boyfriend! Wow!”

“Phew,” Steve said out loud with a chuckle and swiped the not-that-imaginary sweat from his brow. Joking aside, he was greatly relieved to hear that coming out of John. “Great, I’m glad we got that sorted then,” he added with a genuine smile.

John was smiling brightly at him at the declaration and then suddenly the smile dimmed and a frown emerged to take its place.

“Ah, Steve,” John started hesitantly.

“Yeah?”

“I should tell you, that I’m really not good at feelings and stuff,” John said earnestly. It was his turn to explain some things to his boyfriend. “You know? Talking about them and that.”

“Ok,” Steve replied. He had been concerned at the way John’s expression had wilted. But this was something he could still work with. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, John,” he felt the need to explain.

“Yeah, it’s not that. It’s like this, what you just did now when you asked me clearly about us? It was easy to answer. I’m just not good at things like that,” John finished his halting explanation and looked down as if defeated.

Steve didn’t like that look one bit. He didn’t really see anything to be worried about. He found his thoughts wandering again about John going through some emotionally rough experiences.

“John, look at me,” he asked softly, placing a hand on John’s cheek and the pilot looked up, still looking dejected. “I don’t expect you to confess your deep, dark feelings or secrets to me all the time or do anything that makes you uncomfortable at all,” he continued. “Tell me, do you trust me?”

“Yes,” the answer was swift.

“Can you be honest with me?”

“Yes,” again, there was no hesitation.

“Then don’t worry, you’ll be fine, we'll be fine because I trust you and I won’t lie to you. The rest, we'll figure out as we go.”

“You make it sound so easy.” John wasn’t quite ready to fully believe him.

“It’s not like we're trying to build a spaceship or anything,” Steve smirked, trying to lighten the mood. “It’s just life, it’s only complicated and messed up if we make it that way,”

“Whoa!” John exclaimed with a grin. Steve knew he was about to make fun of him. But he would take it against the dejection any day. “Do they teach this heavy life philosophy at that SEAL school of yours?” he asked with a braying laugh.

Steve just gave him a placid look. The question didn’t deserve any answers at all. John laughed again before sobering up.

“Just, don’t say I didn’t warn ya,” he said with a small smile. He had laid bare his insecurities and the SEAL hadn’t run to the hills screaming. John seemed to finally accept the fact that Steve was serious. “I’m pretty sure I’m gonna mess up somewhere along the way. I wish I wouldn’t because I do like you a goddamn lot, but you should know, I have a bad record when it comes to relationships.”

And there it was. The same thing Steve’d been wondering about.

“Well, I’m pretty sure we have a sparring ring on one of the levels in this mountain,” Steve said seriously. “I’ll take you there, drop you on your head a couple of times and sort you out, make you see sense, promise,” he finished solemnly. Then dodged to the left with a snort to avoid the shoulder punch that came his way without much heat.

“Oh, fuck off,” John laughed with him. The look on his face was brighter and full of mischief now. “Who’s gonna sort you out, hah? You are human too, who’s to say you won’t fuck up somewhere?” In fact, he was feeling jubilant enough to challenge Steve on his own confidence.

“Ah! You don’t have to worry about that,” Steve replied with conviction. John was intrigued.

“Why?”

“Danny Williams. That man’s got a freaking superpower to detect when one of us goes off the rails - he’ll sort me out in no time.”

“You’re joking.” John wasn’t sure if Steve was serious.

“I’m not. He was my physical trainer. In fact, he trained all of us. Don’t let the height and the jokes fool ya. That man’s beast in the ring,” Steve informed John honestly.

“Thanks for the warning, I’ll remember it.”

“You’re welcome,”

John smiled at Steve again as if he couldn’t yet believe what he had just agreed to. Steve took great pleasure in kissing that smile until he could make him believe by that alone. He was willing to spend a lot of time and effort on it.

John chuckled when they parted for air. It was a light sound filled with relief. Steve had to kiss him again, his boyfriend, all official now.

He had given it a lot of thought before bringing up this discussion with John. Contrary to the popular belief, Steve tended to think, research and plan through things before taking action. Most of the ops he had led as a SEAL had looked chaotic and wild on paper, but only his immediate COs and the teams had seen the amount of thorough planning that had gone into each of them. He had gone through the entire set of rules and regulations and knew that they didn’t have a problem being involved as long as they didn’t let their private lives interfere with work. SGC was a stressful work environment and they were quite lenient on most of the work ethics and military protocols. They were also similar in ranks and were both officers, therefore the fraternization rules didn’t apply to them either. All that had been left to do was ask the man for his opinion. Now that he had agreed, Steve was feeling quite happy and content himself.

John stayed on the bed with an amused look on his face as Steve started to walk around in his room, collecting the haphazardly thrown clothing and separating them. He threw John his underwear from where he had found it under a chair. Once he sorted the clothing to his liking he dragged John out of the bed to remove the sheets off as well along with the pillowcase. John huffed and went to plant his ass on a chair to watch his anal-retentive boyfriend going about his quarters on a cleaning spree.

“What, you’re not gonna bounce a coin off it?” John asked with a grin once Steve had finished fixing the bed, put on his underwear and t-shirt, and finally settled on the bed with his PDA, looking quite happy to stay there and work. John, to his surprise, found that behavior adorable.

“You sure you went through military training? At all? Cos I’d never have guessed,” Steve retorted with a mock frown. John’s quarters were neat and tidy. It’s just that Steve took it to a whole new level. But he was well aware of his own bit of OCD.

John smirked and abandoned the chair to go find space on the bed near Steve. He was content to work on his own training reports while Steve was busy reading through the AARs. They spent the rest of the afternoon in comfortable silence until the time came for them to go looking for dinner.

The mess hall - SGC

“Oh, come on, you two have been going at it again, haven’t ya?”

Danny dropped his tray full of heaping plates and juice containers on the table where John and Steve were sitting next to each other. John froze with his fork full of food halfway to his open mouth and stared.

Danny stared right back for about ten seconds, with his eyes darting back and forth between Steve and Sheppard. Steve, knowing his friend, continued to eat his food nonchalantly.

“So, you two finally made it official!” he exclaimed loudly. John put the fork back on the plate and shook his head in amazement. What kinda witchcraft crap was this now? Did he have a note stuck to his forehead or something?

“How the hell would you know that?” he asked, not bothering to hide his incredulity.

Danny’s reply was to let out a loud, cackling laugh and start digging into his food with gusto.

“I warned you, it’s his superpower. Just accept it and move on,” Steve took pity on Sheppard and imparted some wisdom. Then continued to eat his food, radiating Zen-like calm.

“That’s fucking creepy, Williams.” John wasn’t ready to accept shit. Not by a long shot.

“Oi, pot, kettle,” Danny pointed with his fork that had a potato impaled on it. He still had an infuriating grin on his face.

“Eh.” Well, if John paused to think about it, Danny did have a point there. “Fair enough,” he acquiesced with a sigh.

To his left, Steve chuckled. John bumped him on the shoulder and lost one of his chicken wings to Danny for his troubles.

Then in ones and twos, the rest of the team gravitated towards them with their own dinners. Danny didn’t waste any time spilling the beans to everyone and took entirely too much pleasure teasing the both of them endlessly. If John had harbored any doubts or apprehensions about any of it, they all soon faded away amongst the hearty congratulations, rowdy jokes, and the good-natured yet relentless ribbing. He found it all very easy to deal with since he was doing it together with his SEAL, presenting a united front, giving back as good as they got. He found himself truly relaxing, and for the first time in a damn long time, John didn’t feel any fear at the new and fragile hope that blossomed in his heart.

AAR - After Action Report

CAG - Commander -Air Group

Opfor - Opposing Force

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