As a kid all Macklin wanted was to join
the army. He never realized that with that could come a series of life
time problems. After his first and only tour in the Middle East, Macklin
came home injured and suffering PTSD. Blind in one eye, excruciating
headaches and flash backs that were becoming more dangerous, he knew
something had to change.
West understood war. He understood what
it was like to come home from that battle and have to continue battling
everyday. The flashbacks, the nightmares, the voices that seemed to echo
through his brain every day and night. He was haunted by those that he
lost. Not many people understood it. They didn't understand how you
never stopped fighting. The enemy just became the demons in your head.
This is an MM MPreg story. There are scenes that could be triggering to some readers. Scenes and language suited to 18+