One hundred and twenty soldiers stood in a grid formation in a camouflage field jacket and trousers, khaki beret and combat boots with perfect posture and their hands behind their backs as they listened to their presentation for their graduation ceremony. There was one column of twelve women, and nine columns of men as they stood proudly after fourteen long weeks of training. They had faced numerous obstacle courses, camping out in there rain, building shelters, learnt how to handle guns and most importantly, they had focused onto improved their fitness until they were at their peak.

Sam had no idea where her husband was amongst the mass of people who had a large audience of proud family members and friends of the soldiers including Fletch and Zoe as Sam and Tom had no relatives themselves. Everyday, they had met each other three times in the canteen where thankfully, women were allowed to eat with men and visa versa. But throughout their training, the genders had been kept apart and they now had just minutes until they would be dismissed and given a shirt break until they were deployed during which, Sam and Tom would spend every possible minute together after such a long time of separation.

"Dismissed." A man shouted and everyone stood at ease before the audience ran in to greet their children, siblings, parents or friends. Sam looked around the crowd until her eyes finally fell on her husband who was talking to Fletch and Zoe. She ran over and practically leapt into his arms as he picked her up and swung her around.
"I take it you're pleased to see us then." Fletch joked and Tom put Sam down after giving her a passionate kiss on the lips.
"Sorry, thank you for coming." Sam smiled as she shook his hand and then gave Zoe a quick hug.
"Congratulations, you're making us all so proud of you two." Zoe stated.
"So when're you two joining up then?" Tom joked.
"Me and mud do not mix." Zoe stated.
"Yeah and if she left, she'd be leaving Connie in charge of the ED." Fletch added.
"Have I mentioned how much I missed you?" Tom quirked as he cocked his head and gave Sam a passionate kiss.

"Oi, you two cut it out." An officer ordered and Sam and Tom immediately pulled apart and then bit their lips whilst Zoe and Fletch smirked at them.
"How have you two managed without each other?" Fletch sighed sarcastically.
"We met up most nights." Sam stated as she gazed lustfully into Tom's eyes.
"Oh right. And you just met up yes? No breaking army rules at all?" Fletch laughed and Sam just stood there innocently.
"Right, we'd better go and get our stuff." Tom stated.
"Do you know where you're getting deployed yet?" Zoe asked curiously as she and Fletch followed Tom back to their dorms to get their large holdalls.
"Not yet no. It depends where we're needed but we've got a little while until we're deployed so we'll just relax a little bit for now." Sam replied. "But medics always go out in pairs, and we know that me and Tom are definitely together." She added.

"That's great. Although I bet you can't wait to see Tom in a helicopter again, eh?" Fletch joked as they remembered that the first time they had first met Tom, he had just gotten out of a petrifying helicopter journey.
"I'll be fine." Tom protested but he knew he'd have to face that obstacle when he got there.
"Yeah, he'll have me to keep him calm." Sam said kindly as she heaved her bag onto her back.
"Oi, let me take that." Fletch ordered as he took her bag.
"Zoe, do you want to take Tom's?" Sam smirked.
"My heels already sink into the grass outside, let alone with added weight." Zoe moaned as they made their way out to the busy car park.

"Listen, thanks for coming here to see us but I think we're going to stop somewhere for dinner before we head home." Tom said and fletch and Zoe both knew what he was planning, but they decided to play along.
"Alright. But you have to make sure that you keep in contact. Yes?" Zoe said sternly.
"Will do." Sam nodded.
"Alright, keep safe. And don't take any stupid risks." Fletch ordered as he gave Sam a hug.
"Pft. Me? Do something stupid? You've got the wrong person." Sam joked as she pulled away from the hug. "Bye." She smiled.
"Bye." Zoe called.
"Bye bye." Fletch said as the pair began to make their way to their car.
"We're not actually going for dinner are we?" Sam stated rather than asked.
"Nope. But we can go for dinner after." Tom winked as they both jumped in the car. They drove a few minutes out of the city until they were down an old country lane before Tom pulled up in an empty car park. He took the keys out, pulled the handbrake on, and then reclined Sam's chair and climbed on top of her to make love for the first time without the fear of getting caught for weeks...

The next morning, Sam and Tom were having a well earned lie in after weeks and weeks of early rises and night duties. Tom had his wife in his arms, and they had slept in that position for the first time in weeks. He watched as Sam arose from her slumber whilst she turned in his arms to face her husband.
"Morning." He smiled.
"Oh it is so much better seeing your ugly mug in the morning than seeing that bitch's face." Sam admitted.
"Oi!" Tom laughed. "You haven't changed at all, if you don't get up early then you're a grump until you've had a shower or had some breakfast." Tom stated.
"What is for breakfast?" Sam croaked.
"Nothing at the moment. We haven't got any food in considering we've been away for 14 weeks." Tom stated. "I'll get dressed, pop down the road and get us something." Tom stated as he reluctantly rolled out of bed.

"No wait. I'll come with you. We can do a big shop." Sam stated as she slipped out from under the duvet and then went into the bathroom to wash her face and brush her teeth.
"How about tonight we get comfy and watch a DVD on the sofa?" Tom suggested as he entered the bathroom and began to relieve himself into the toilet.
"No please, just come in here whenever you want." Sam said sarcastically.
"There is nothing worse, than morning wood." Tom complained.
"I'm trying to brush my teeth here!" Sam protested.
"Yeah, and I'm trying to have a wee!" Tom argued.
"I was here first."
"Well I was born first." Tom retorted.
"It's technically my flat." Sam stated.
"Well you're technically mine." Tom joked.
"I am not yours! You don't own me." Sam stated sternly.
"Okay, okay. I'm finished now. Happy?" Tom smirked as he walked out of the bathroom after pulling is boxers back up.

"You didn't wash your hands." Sam moaned.
"I don't need to. Both my penis and my urine are sterile." Tom said from the bedroom as he began to get changed. Sam rolled her eyes before she proceeded to wash her face to get ready for the day.

Later on in the afternoon, Sam and Tom were sitting on the sofa watching a football match after they had just had a nice salad for lunch, and whilst Tom was engrossed in the football, Sam checked her emails.
"Tom." Sam began.
"Hang on." Tom held his hand up to mute her as he sat on the edge of the sofa. "Go on... Hit it... Hit it!" Tom shouted at the screen when finally the ball went into the back of the net. "What a goal!" Tom proclaimed as he jumped up. "Sorry, what were you saying?" He asked as he sat down next to his wife who was on the laptop.
"Y'know those bombings in Crimea where Russia have taken over the military bases."
"Yes."
"Well we're going to be a part of a team who are going to try and take over one of the military bases closest to the Ukraine border and we'll be the medics for the mission." Sam explained.
"When?" He asked curiously.
"Er... It says it's a top secret mission, so in order to surprise the enemy, we'll fly to Warsaw in Poland by the SAS, and then we'll be driven through Ukraine and then we'll sneak into Crimea and attack." Sam explained as she scanned the email.
"You didn't say when." Tom stated.
"Oh right um... We have to meet at Heathrow airport on Monday morning in exactly 2 weeks time." Sam stated.
"We're finally joining the war." Tom said proudly.
"Mm. There just really isn't any need for all this. If bloody Putin had just not organised that referendum about Crimea, then the whole world wouldn't be in this mess." Sam complained.
"Well... What can you do?" Tom sighed as he tucked a bit of Sam's hair behind her ear. "D'ya know what I missed a lot in the last 14 weeks? Me and you, making love in our bed without being scared that we're going to get caught and without being too tired from training." Tom stated.
"Wow. Don't hold back, tell me what you really think." Sam joked.
"Come on, my beautiful wife." Tom said softly as he held his hands out and pulled her off of the sofa.
"What happened to 'let's get comfy on the sofa and watch a DVD tonight?'" Sam mocked as she followed him into their bedroom.
"Well we'll be making our own movie." Tom joked but Sam froze.
"You'd better be joking."
"What?"
"You haven't ever filmed us have you?" She asked seriously.
"What? No, of course not. I'd ask if I wanted to anyway." Tom said reassuringly.
"You promise?"
"Yes I promise, I've never filmed us in that way." Tom said kindly and Sam relaxed a little. "Why would you be so worried if I had?" He asked curiously.

"Because I just don't like the idea of there being a film of me doing something so personal." Sam replied.
"I had no idea you were so sensitive." Tom smirked.
"Haha." Sam said sarcastically before she unzipped her hoodie.
"So you're still up for it then?" He smirked.
"Yeah. Unless of course, you're not. In which case-" Sam was interrupted as Tom planted his lips on hers and then pushed her back on the bed to make love to her once again.

Their first mission had been planned with the precision of a military operation, as they say, but with the first physical step in the war, after negotiation and talking had gotten them nowhere. But would the married couple leave the place alive?

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