Disclaimer/Notes: Don't own the characters, simple as that. As far as notes go, this idea's been in my head forever. I'm considering inflating the story if a handful of people show interest; otherwise, enjoy as is! And review!
It's been nine years since Shane Wolfe last saw Zoe Plummer.
She's older now, obviously, her hair cut short and framing her smiling face, just brushes Army-issued cammies and flak jacket. He can't see her eyes; Oakley frames hide them from view.
The ensign nudges him, quirking an eyebrow. "You know that sergeant, Commander?"
"Yeah."
"Why don't you go say hi, then, sir?" The ensign nudges him again, and it's almost annoying and out of line, but Wolfe can forget things every once and a while.
"Nah. Tell the boys we roll out in five. Baghdad's a waitin'."