The needle in the clock kept ticking by, and it made him feel more uneasy by the growing second. In the emptiness of the night, the ticking became more aparent and he fucking hated that.
His eyes were on his wife who was sleeping on her side of the bed calmly, with no worry in the world, just how he would prefer it. But it was only a matter of time before it changed.
It was the time to relax for him and people for his kind, with every soldier, having his eyes open and watching every move happening in the night, but he was anything but relaxed.
His body was tense, muscles, alert, and mind sharp and it had been for quite some time. At least a week.
A sharp intake of breath from his wife made him clench his fists. It was the beginning.
Instead of taking deep relaxed breaths, his wife was taking sharp and shallow breaths in a hurry.
