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just as cut as the top half of him from the form of his pants. She looked back to his face, and instantly turned an even deeper shade of red than she already was from the heat of the scorching sun. From his mega-watt smile, she knew she had been busted practically drooling over the man.
    “Are you our new recruit?” There was a smile in his deep voice, teasing her, and clearly pleased that she liked what she saw.
    “Umm…I’m…uh…Brianna.” There wasn’t a coherent thought in her mind. She had no idea how she even strung those words together.
    He continued smiling as he stood. She couldn’t hide her shock , as she drew in a sharp breath. The man was huge. He had muscles bulging everywhere, and he towered over her 5’6” frame. She knew he had to be at least 6’4” and rock solid. He had short black hair, a strong, square jawline, high cheekbones, and though she couldn’t see his eyes, she could feel them looking right through her. She knew she looked like an idiot just standing and staring, but she had literally never seen anyone like him in real life. So much for making a good first impression.
    “Well, Brianna ,” he continued, still smiling, “good to meet you. I’m Reaper. Meet the rest of the team,” as he gestured to the other men sitting in the ragged chairs strewn around the outside of the tent.  “This is Rebel….this here’s Bull…this one is Shadow – watch out for him…..and this is Judge.” Each man nodded and smiled, as she said hello after Reaper introduced them.
    No real names. Got it.
    As she looked around at the other soldiers, who had agreed to be interviewed and let her tag along with them on the base, she realized that every one of them were built like linebackers. Every inch of them was covered in muscles. Every one of them was tall, had thick bodies, and seemed to be completely at home in these desert surroundings. She quickly realized they were able to assimilate anywhere they went, because of the rigorous training they completed.  They all also obviously took exercise very seriously, from the looks of this group.
    Over the next six weeks, she spent a lot of time interviewing the men and getting to know each soldier.  They all understood her assignment, and that she genuinely wanted to give them credit for the work they were doing. She learned their different personalities fit their nicknames, or call signs, perfectly. 
    Reaper was the official leader of the group , and she’d heard another man, outside this group, call him Captain at one point. But he hadn’t followed up with a real last name. She wasn’t allowed to go into action with them, so she could only guess what had earned him the nickname Reaper . She had a hard time fitting the image of the bringer of death with the man she was getting to know.
    Rebel was just that – a rebel. He went against the grain of what most others said. He always played devil’s advocate, and argued the opposite view, even if he inwardly agreed. He just liked to look at all the angles and make sure everyone else did, too. He seemed to be the most level-headed of the group, though. He could easily see the pros and cons of any situation and helped bring balance to the team.
    Bull was as big as a bull, though not as cut as some of the others. He was not as cut as Reaper, but he was taller and thicker. With those that he knew well, he was easy-going and liked to joke around. He was more reserved around outsiders, and it took longer for her to break through his wall. Once she finally did, she felt she had a friend for life. But something told her to never take that friendship for granted. Once his trust was betrayed, there was no getting it back.
    Shadow often snuck up behind her , without making a sound, and scared the crap out of her. She wondered how men this big could move as stealthily as a common housecat. He couldn’t even scratch his own back, because his muscles were too big for him to reach around, but he could move silently