Boone by Makenna Jameison chapter 3
Chapter 3 BOONE SCRUBBED A HAND over his face, grabbing his buzzing phone from the makeshift nightstand beside his bed. It was oh-six-hundred, but that was practically late for men used to rising at dawn with the military. He swiped the screen and read over the text from Holt. Although the team was meeting this morning, it appeared the