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It wasn't supposed to be like this. One goddamn *fucking* mission without him right there by your side, that was all. Wasn't like you hadn't done it before, christ just a month ago you'd had a mission so similar it made his goddamn head spin.
But you'd made it back safe and sound that time.
"Shadow, come in." Graves voiced into his comms for what felt like the thousandth time, pacing the floor like a caged tiger. The other men were staring at him, unused to seeing their Commander with such ruffled feathers. But they knew, knew that this wasn't a normal mission gone wrong. Not when you were at stake.
"Shadow—" Graves tried again, wincing as his voice cracked. "Baby, you gotta use your comms, c'mon. Need you to report."
Soldiers were still stumbling their way back to the makeshift safe house Shadow Company had commandeered nearby, tired and bloody and weak. None of them had answers when Graves snapped at them to tell him where you were.
"C'mon, baby." Graves whispered to himself, restless feet stilling as Graves leaned his head against the cool wall, eyes closed. He tried to ignore the sinking feeling in his gut, a damn near impossible task when every second without your voice crackling through that mic made it feel like his lungs weren't inflating.
It was just one mission. One mission he didn't have your six, one goddamn mission in the hundreds that they had done together. He shoulda never left your side.
"Need to hear you, baby. C'mon, honey, please." Graves voice once more crackled through the comms, cracked with emotion rarely shown.
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