A/N: This one's based off the prompt- Blue skies, windy nights, and blood red knives from SEXY SKULLS Blue Clear Sky
It's a bit shorter than usual but hopefully you'll enjoy!
The warmth of a sun shining down as he relaxed on a tiny porch swing in Oklahoma, listening to the birds as he sipped the cold one in his hand.
The weight in his arms as his woman hugged and kissed him in the front yard, just thankful he'd finally returned.
Oh how he'd love to be there right now.
Instead he was in the middle of nowhere on one of the windiest nights he could ever remember having experienced in the Middle East.
Standing in the center of one of the bloodiest pools he could ever remember causing. His eyes focused, well as focused as they could be when you were close to shock, on the blood dripping around the knife protruding from his ribs and down his side.
Knives weren't new to him, if he had to choose a weapon they'd be his preferred, but being stabbed with one, the exact one you had just used on so many, was. His blood swiftly mixed with theirs as he lost sense of the situation and himself, the lack of control causing him to fall to his knees; his mind too far gone for anything as trivial as worry or fear as his body fell among the others in a river of crimson.
Instead his memories took him back to the sound of the birds, the weight of his woman, the warmth of a southern sun, and the clear blue skies of home.
