Especially now as Brody stood surrounded by his gear with the phone still in his hand. Brody could have lied, but he wasn’t in the mood. “Nope.” “Wanna talk about it?” Rocky asked. “Nope.” Brody would listen to his brothers in arms vent from sun up until sundown if they needed to, but he’d never had been one to spill his guts. Yeah, he could bitch about command and regulations as well as the next guy, but when it came to the personal stuff? That he tended to keep to himself. “Wanna get a drink?” As opposed to the previous inquiry, Rocky’s follow-up question was a welcome one. That suggestion, Brody could get on board with. “God, yes.” They were pushing out early in the morning if things remained the same, which most likely they wouldn’t. There was always the chance they’d get called in before then. Such was the nature of the military. Spec Ops even more so. But Brody had been playing this game for long enough he knew how much he could drink and still function.
