What I Fight For: A Bad Boy Military Romance (Easy Team Book 1) by Gemma Hart Page A

What’s yours?”
                  “Hawk,” he replied.
                  Tammy furrowed her brows. “Is that just a shortening of your name, Hawking?” she asked, clearly a little disappointed the name wasn’t something more unique or funny sounding.
                  Cooper gave a little shrug. “More or less,” he said with a small smile.
                  I looked up at him.
                  Hawk.
                  That suited him. Whether it had come from his last name or not, the call sign perfectly captured the man before me. Careful but powerful, sleek but strong, and when it was necessary, ruthless as hell.
                  Hawk.
                  No, the men knew. The members of Easy Team knew that their Captain was no ordinary man. He was one who flew above them, watching them, leading them, protecting them.
                  Hawk.
                  I remembered the way Cooper had seemingly come out of nowhere to push me and the little girl towards safety the other day. I remembered his calm and almost casual tone as he gave us a little push in the right direction. And I remembered the easy transition his body went through as he prepared for combat.
                  Yes, the name suited him perfectly.
                  But before any of us could say anything further on call signs, Bear came up from behind. “Hawk?” he called out. “We got some visitors.”
                  Cooper turned around in surprise. None of us were expecting visitors. Tammy, Margie, and I stood up to see who Bear had brought.
                  Standing nervously next to Bear were four children. Two girls, two boys. They were thin and obviously hungry but were a little better dressed than the refugee children we had been seeing.
                  “They’re from town!” I realized aloud. But town was nearly forty miles away! “How did they get here?”
                  Cooper studied the kids carefully with a narrowed gaze before his expression gentled and he said a word or two in Qunari.
                  He then looked back at me, a dry smile playing at his lips. “You gave one of the kids food the other day,” he explained. “That kind of news travels fast. They probably figured out that you were at this base and made their way here.”
                  Doc Jones came out of the tent, hearing the commotion over something other than hot bodies.
                  “What’s this?” he asked, looking down at the scruffy kids with gentle amusement. “Trick or treating, are we?”
                  One of the girls pulled on the pant leg of Bear, who obligingly knelt down, and whispered something to him.
                  Bear nodded then stood up a look of sardonic amusement on his face. “Well, looks like this is just the advanced arrival. Apparently all the kids in town heard about possible food here and have been making their way over.”
                  Cooper turned to me. He had an eyebrow raised in humor but his expression was serious. “Well, doctor?” he said. “What’s the plan?”
                  As team leader of the medical team, he was respecting my authority to plan. And by doing so, it was a clear sign to his men that when it came to the medical related issues, I was the one to lead the field. I felt touched at the gesture. Clearly the man was not one to fight and protect his ego.
                  I looked at the four kids staring up at me with large round eyes full of frightened hope.
                  “Okay,” I said in one big breath. “Then let’s start making a food station. And since they’re here, we might as well give them a quick check up. Doc, if you could start moving the—”
                  And before I knew it,