Green and khaki camouflage could be seen for miles. The sound of boots clashing with concrete could not go unnoticed. Whistles pierced eardrums of anyone listening. The sweltering heat affecting each individual, but faces were kept straight.

It was 13:12 in Ramtha, Jordan, just miles outside of the Syrian border. It was 112 degrees in September, but the United States Army Special Forces didn't care. They were there to do one job, and that was to protect their country.

A unit just finished their daily assigned run and was resting in the barracks before their next assignment in roughly two hours. Beca Mitchell was relaxing on her bunk when the delivery boy entered the room with a chunk of letters.

"Smith, Mitchell, Wesley, Albertson, Swanson, McKinley, you got letters." He passed out the letters and Beca happily took her three, two letters from her wife and one from a grade school. She watched as her best friend, Jesse Swanson, collected his two and made his way to Beca's bunk.

"You open one first, then I will." Beca said. She always got nervous when it came to her wife's letters, although they always consisted of the usual 'I miss you', 'I love you', 'your son misses and loves you', and a juicy story to get her fill of gossip.

"Alright. It's from Mill Creek Elementary School in Washington." He struggled opening the letter. Eventually, it was opened to find a red piece of construction paper with a drawing of a stick figure dressed in an Army uniform, saluting one hand, and holding an American flag with the other. It simply read 'Good Luck Soldier!' in messy 3rd grade writing. Jesse smirked, making sure to put it with the others. "Your turn, Mitchell."

She opened her letter from the grade school, Rossville Elementary in Illinois, and it had roughly the same drawing as Jesse's, except it read 'Good luck soldier. I hope you make it home to your family safe and sound. Love, Isabella, aged 9.' She smiled, tucked it back in the envelope it came in, and tossed it on her night stand. "Move, Swanson. I gotta read about my lady."

Jesse laughed, "For a badass Sergeant, you sure are whipped."

"Like you aren't. How is that fiancée of yours, huh?" Beca raised an eyebrow at the Corporal.

"Doin' just fine." He slapped her knee with his remaining letter and walked to his bunk. Beca laughed as she read the first letter from her wife.

'Dear Sergeant Mitchell,

It's kind of weird saying that, since last time I saw you you were a Corporal. So I guess a congratulations should be in order when you get home?

Speaking of home, everything is fine. Jaxson can't wait to see his mommy, he's probably tired of seeing me everyday. He joined a playgroup with some of the other kids on base, so he's not with me all day. He loves it, though. A little boy brought a Captain America toy one day, and he fell in love with it. I bought him one and he hasn't let go of it since.

Maggie had her baby yesterday. Well, more like babies. She had twins, and the doctor didn't even know about the second one. A boy and a girl. No names are picked out yet, but they're adorable.

The ladies in our group said you guys are coming home soon. I hope so. Four months away from you is killing me.

I love you Beca Elizabeth Beale Mitchell. I want you to stay safe and write as soon as possible.

Love,

Your wife, Chloe

Dated: September 3, 2015.'

Beca was grinning like an absolute maniac after reading the letter. It was shorter than others, but she still loved it. She sent the letter ten days ago, which bothered her a little bit, but it hadn't been the longest. While in Iraq, it took 33 days to get one letter.

She opened the second one, a drawing of her son's hand with different colors inside the lines. Along the top it read 'We love you SGT Mitchell' in neat handwriting. She set the letters on her bedside table before leaving the barrack.

Chloe looked through a window and watched her 18-month-old son play Legos with another little boy. She couldn't help but think that he was an exact photocopy of her wife. He had the same brown hair and dark blue eyes, he was social but loved his nap times, he liked almost any food, already showed signs of being a lefty, and was definitely stubborn as hell. Sure, Chloe carried him for nine months, but it was Beca's eggs that were used.

Before they got married they knew they wanted kids. Even Beca, who was already knee deep in the military at the time of their engagement. A week after the wedding they went to a doctor to find out the odds of Chloe having a baby.

The results weren't good. She had a very low rate of egg production, and finding anonymous eggs were way too pricey. That's when Beca stepped up to donate her eggs. She didn't want to watch her wife slowly fall in a dark pit because she couldn't have a baby, so she had the procedure done. She wanted to do everything to make the love of her life happy.

So within a short month, they found an anonymous sperm donor, had an IVF procedure done, and Chloe was pregnant. Nine months later, 3 days after Beca got back from Iraq, they had a beautiful baby boy named Jaxson Avery Beale Mitchell.

"Is that your kid?" Chloe snapped out of a trance to find a tall blonde standing next to her, pointing at a redhead that was chewing on a blanket.

"Uh, no. Mine is the one with the Captain America toy playing with Lincoln Logs." Chloe smiled at her son. "Do you have a kid in there?"

"No, I don't have kids. My fiance and I have talked about it, but with him being in the Army and all." Chloe understood how she felt, she had the same feeling at first, but it was gone when her usually badass wife gushed over baby clothes.

Instead of continuing to stand by the window of the children's play center, they decided to go to a coffee shop and get to know each other there.

"We got engaged right before his deployment. He gave me a key to his house before he left, this is just the first time I've been to it alone." The woman's blue, almost grey, eyes stared at the table.

"What's your name again?"

"Aubrey Posen."

"Well Aubrey, I wish I could tell you it gets better. My wife has been with the Army for six years, and five of it has been spent in the Special Forces. You move all the time, you hardly talk or see each other. But when you do, it makes it that much more special." Chloe smiled at the bride-to-be.

"Thanks Chloe. That means a lot." Aubrey gave her a half smile.

"So who is this fiancé?"

"Corporal Jesse Swanson."

"Aim…Ready...Fire!" A Staff Sergeant yelled to the group of privates that were getting practice at firing their guns. Beca and her designated wingman Jesse had been watching over their group of five people to make sure they knew how to correctly use a gun.

"Swanson, take over. I wanna fire." She took a set of headgear and set her gun on the deck. She quickly loaded it with bullets and cocked before he said fire. Before Beca could hear the word, a private from a different unit was calling for her attention.

"Sergeant Mitchell, Sergeant Major Osborne needs to see you."

Instead of focusing on him, she focused her attention on the target in front of her. Her head got low, her eyes even with the target, and stared at the black dot in the middle of the paper person. She gripped the barrel of her gun and placed a fore finger on the trigger. As soon as the keyword was said, she pulled back the trigger back. In a split second, the bullet was released and flung forward several feet into the paper.

Jesse, who was watching through a pair of binoculars, exclaimed "bullseye!"

Beca smirked, placed her gun on safety, and handed it to Jesse. She patted the private's arm before he led her to the office.

As she walked in, she immediately saluted, and was greeted with a salute back, signaling she could put her arm down and walk forward. Osborne was near his 50s and dedicated his whole life to being in the Army. He was eligible to retire 30 years prior, but felt his job of commanding the Special Forces was much more important.

"How long have you been in Jordan?" He stood while asking the question.

"4 months and counting, sir." She stood straight and held her hands behind her back.

"I want you to go back and gather your unit," he paused and looked at Beca, who had hard eyes that steadied on him, "and tell them you guys are going home. Effective immediately." Beca simply grinned and nodded her head. She saluted him before leaving the room to tell her unit the good news.

So i know this is a long-ish first chapter, but i wanted to have a good introduction to the rest of the story. This idea was in my head for a while and i just decided to act upon it. I hope you guys like it! Please review and favorite if you enjoyed it!

Important note: I am not in the United States Army, nor do I have any close relatives in the Army. All of the information, such as ranks, are based off of intense research. If I say anything wrong, please correct me, it would be very appreciated.