It was rare for me to swear in front of my gramps, but what he’d just asked of me warranted some foul language. He knew it, too, but he still wasn’t going to let me get away with anything. “Watch your language, boy,” he snapped. I hung my head low and counted to ten. It didn’t change my reaction to his request, but the extra time did help me calm down a bit before replying again. “Gramps,” I sighed, looking back up at him. “I’m not a bodyguard.” “You’re better than some rent-a-cop for hire, you’re a goddamn Navy SEAL.” I sputtered at his choice of words, but I knew better than to point out he’d just sworn after giving me a hard time for my choice of words. “Not anymore, Gramps.” “Once a SEAL, always a SEAL,” he retorted. It was impossible to argue with him because he was right. The bond I’d formed with my fellow SEALs could never be broken, not after the hell we’d gone through.
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