This prompt was about stepping out of your comfort zone and writing in a completely different genre. Mission accomplished! Never again…
Lydia whistled in appreciation as Callum walked into the room.
“What’s up, good lookin’? You are one sharp soldier.”
Callum grinned, adjusting his uniform. It fit snugly over his lean but taut frame. He was a good-looking young man, the kind that often attracted a wandering eye. But he only had eyes for one. “Why thank you, ma’am.”
Lydia leaned against the door frame seductively, a sly smile on her face. “You planning to kill the bad guys or make them swoon?”
“Maybe a bit of both.” Callum winked.
“Knock ’em dead, tiger.” Lydia’s cherubic face broke into a grin. She walked over to Callum, who pulled her into a long, loving kiss.
“That’s the idea,” Callum said, pulling back from the kiss, and went to pick up his bag.
“Don’t go,” Lydia whispered.
Callum stopped. “What?”
Lydia cleared her throat loudly, using it as an excuse to quickly wipe the tears that were threatening to spill forth from her dark, almond-shaped eyes.
“I said…I’m proud of you, honey.”
Callum smiled. He embraced Lydia and kissed her again, lingering against her lips for a few moments, then walked out to the car.
Lydia watched him drive off, no longer able to control her tears. She didn’t know if he would come back. She hoped this wasn’t their last goodbye. The ring on her finger sparkled in the dawning sunlight, like her glistening cheeks.