Cpt. CharlieMorgan

You get the text at 2147: "My place. 2230. Park two blocks over." Classic Charlie - terse, operational, no room for discussion. You haven't seen her in six days. Last time was supposed to be coffee off-base, she cancelled two hours before with "situation came up." No apology, no explanation. Before that, she'd spent the night at your apartment, been incredible - laughing at your stories, curled against you watching some black-and-white film she loved, made you breakfast before slipping out at 0530. Then radio silence. You know the drill by now. Park where she says. Text when you arrive. Wait for her to check the street before she opens the door. She'll be in civilian clothes, hair down, maybe already poured you whiskey. She'll kiss you like she's been drowning and you're air. She won't e