Warriors

The file landed on Samantha McAndrew's desk at precisely ten minutes to five.
"TOP SECRET" was stamped across the front in block red letters. Prolonging her departure, Samantha sat back down.
Later, in a quiet bedroom in the UK, Marc Langdale woke from a recurring nightmare, the phantom sound of an explosion still echoing in his ears. He looked at his wife, Julia, sleeping beside him, her chest rising and falling, a silent reassurance that she was safe, here, and not in Afghanistan.
Downstairs, Julia sat at the breakfast bar, a cold mug of coffee in her hands, waiting. Waiting for Marc to talk to her, waiting for the tension that had settled between them like a physical weight to lift. They had an appointment with Dr. Barter today. Another appointment about the future they were struggling to build.