Friendly Fire

Valentin’s POV

“I could go back to calling you Sergeant,” I offered dryly, swirling the last of my coffee like a villain in a B-list spy movie. “You know, if you miss the glory days.”

Wyatt groaned louder, like he was in actual pain. “Don’t you dare. I’m no longer in uniform, thank you very much. Honorably discharged, remember?”

“I remember everything,” I said flatly. “Unfortunately.”

Wyatt snorte