I was born for a life in the military. When gunfire and RPGs become a way of life, you know exactly what your purpose is. But it was all taken away. When I returned to US soil, I lost myself in hatred but was given a second chance to become something more. When I accepted a position as team leader at a safehouse in Montana, I had no idea what kind of fight I was in for or what kind of brotherhood I was about to join.

With the good comes the bad. I just didn’t think the two would tangle like they did.

Helping soldiers who suffered from PTSD was my area of expertise until a dangerous situation changed everything. For my safety, I agreed to be taken to an unknown location to work with a group of soldiers. But these men fight a whole different kind of war. With my own problems hot on my heels, I tried to focus on my new job, but that was harder than I ever imagined. I found myself in the arms of someone who lit a fire inside me like nobody ever had.

Maybe I need to take the risk and let the dice roll.