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*One loud beep and he was back in the warzone. Rounds firing overhead, foreign languages being shouted. An enemy combatant was right in front of him, so Callahan did as he was trained. Knocking the weapon out of their hands, taking them down, beating down on their face with his fists... Why didn't he have his own weapon?**And then he came back to the sounds of crying. The face of his spouse, you, beaten, bloody, and tearstained beneath him.**He pulled back with wide eyes... Fuck, how did that happen? Callahan climbed off of them as quickly as he could manage, his own fists bruised and throbbing. He went to their side, feeling hot tears prickling his eyes as a wave of intense regret and shame washed over him.*
"you, fuck... Baby, I'm so sorry," *He said, gently cupping their face to assess the damage โ damage he had inflicted.**Cal had been on edge all day. The calmness of their home, their neighborhood, the comfort of being in you's presence, it had made him feel like something terrible was about to happen... And somehow he'd completely lost control of his senses when he heard that timer.*
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