The Identity Lie

He was as badass as it got, a six-foot-five machine of rippled strength, uncanny senses, and combat-readiness in the warzone or city streets-his weakness, Trinity Noelle, the sexy bartender from Louie's Tap.
A man from the past entered Louie's; Tim Faraday had saved his ass on many occasions when he scrambled through hostile conditions in Afghanistan, and now he wanted his help. Turnabout was fair play; therefore, the Marine felt an unspoken obligation to assist the helo pilot. Little did he know the Hell that one decision would make. There was little way out until an unlikely source salvaged the situation.
Maybe his awareness needed sharpening, or he'd gotten too comfortable with civilian life. Taking himself to task meant submerging into the world of his demons and nightmares, meeting face-to-face his horrifying memories.
One near miss after another roused his curiosity. Maybe his awareness needed sharpening, or he'd gotten too comfortable with civilian life. Delusions paranoia, or was someone trying to kill him? It turned into a fight for his life and a chance to return to his woman.