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Michael could feel the mission building inside him as he listened to the desert. After all of his years in Delta, it was a familiar pattern, one he knew and welcomed.
Though he’d never been kissed breathless the moment before a mission began. Oddly, he felt he was somehow more than he actually was due to how she saw him, not less. As if he was more ready for this mission than any prior one.
The first layer of a mission-centric mindset—the goal and mission that was the purpose—formed during the briefing. It didn’t matter if it was training or reality, he treated them exactly the same. If there was a 10k morning run, he gave it the same focus as when they slid into Libya and helped the locals track down Muammar Gaddafi. Though, if it hadn’t been for the locals, they could have done it a
