Where the Ghosts Lie

The Russian cargo ship rocked gently in the calm Indian Ocean, the sky a black canvas speckled with stars. You sat in a black military dinghy ten miles away, the shape of the vessel barely visible ahead.
"Getting antsy there, Clay?"
Trenton Reeves, a fellow SEAL, adjusted his black mask. You gave a chuckle that didn't quite reach your eyes. "Nothing phases me anymore, Reeves."
He laughed, clapping your helmet. "Right. Nothing except that conversation between you and the captain yesterday."
You were less than amused. "Nah, the captain doesn't bother me. All I was saying is that I could've completed this mission on my own with my eyes closed."
Amusement glimmered in Reeve's eye. "Look, I know you don't support this operation, but try not to do anything stupid, okay?"
You cocked a slight grin. "Me? Stupid? Never."
