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Camouflage Press
Deliverance (paperback)
Paperback: 278 pages, 100,000 words
ISBN 978-0-9559880-1-1 (print)

Deliverance (ebook)
ISBN 978-0-9559880-2-8

Deliverance (Kindle edition)

Nothing in life is ever simple, especially if you are a Delta Force instructor and an ex-Marine trying to make a new life together - not when you live under the constraints of 'Don't ask, Don't tell,' the shadow of nightmares, and a darkness that will destroy you unless kept in check.

Deliverance is the story of Hooch, a US Delta Force soldier and Matt, his former-Jarhead lover. It is a spin-off from Special Forces and spans the years 1998 to 2011.

Both Hooch and Matt were created by Marquesate as secondary characters in the epic Special Forces (© 2006-2009), but they took on a life of their own.

Deliverance © Marquesate and TA Brown 2011. All rights reserved.

Deliverance is available in paperback and as ebook from Camouflage Press. As a special treat Deliverance can also be read online on this site by following the links in the navigation.

Publisher: Camouflage Press
Publication Date: February 2012




April 1998, United States of America

A couple of weeks later, Hooch was moving round on crutches, the walker discarded. He was getting better, but the pain had only eased minimally. Still, he could piss and shit without major distress, and if that wasn't a victory to be proud of, then he didn't know what was. Getting back into the living room, he watched Matt from the hallway. He could see his profile, the handsome face and that perfect body. Young, unspoiled, and if he could help it, Matt would remain like that.

Watching him for a while, until Matt lifted his head, cottoned on that he was being watched, and cast a smile at Hooch. Another one of those motherfucking dazzling smiles, the sort that made Hooch's knees go weak and his mind step onto a merry-go-round. He didn't quite understand why this particular man, this 'kid' had managed to crawl beneath his skin and settle down inside his heart.

"See anything you like, buddy?" Matt grinned.

"If I didn't I wouldn't be here." Hooch made his way towards the couch.

Matt moved over, making space for him to sit down. "Smartass." A lazy fist connected gently with Hooch's shoulder once he had maneuvered himself to sit.

"You alright?"

"Couldn't be better." Hooch glanced to the side. "I just managed to take a shit without screaming in pain, I call that a glorious day."

Matt laughed, "thanks for the gory details."

"Thought you would appreciate it."

Sitting comfortably in silence, each with a beer in their hand. Hooch had his legs up on the stool, and Matt slouched with his feet on the couch table, watching a football game. Hooch realized quite some time into the game that he had no idea who was playing.


"Huh?" Drawn to the game, Matt took a moment before he turned his head, looking at Hooch. "What's up?"

"I got to tell you something." And wasn't attack better than defense.

"You've turned into a right chatterbox lately." Matt grinned, taking a mouthful of his beer.

Ignoring the quip, Hooch went straight on. "I never told you that I'm a masochist."

"What are you talking about?" Matt laughed. "Was there something in your lunch today?"

"No." Hooch twisted to look at Matt, "but I think it's time to tell you about the rest of me. Sometimes, I need to be beaten and fucked up until I crack."

"You're fucking kidding me."


"Then why the hell do you tell me? Now? What's the point?" Matt slammed the half empty bottle onto the table.

"I need you to know."

"After what, five years? I don't fucking believe it, you bastard!"

"Bastard, because I didn't tell you, thinking that this part of me had nothing to do with you?"

"Bastard, because you fucking lied."


"By not telling me!" Matt's eyes were ablaze.

Hooch had never seen him that angry and hurt before. "If I had told you, what good would it have done?"

"I would have tried to be for you what you needed."

"No, Matt," Hooch's voice turned softer, "you don't have it in you."

"What the fuck are you telling me? You say I'm a pussy? I don't fucking have it in me?"

"It's not you, Matt."

"That's not what you said."

Hooch shook his head. "It's what I meant."

Getting up from the sofa, Matt was fuming. "What you said is that I am not what you want."

"That's bullshit and you know it."

"How would you see it then, if you were me? You tell me, after five fucking years, that you need to…what the fuck should I call it, get punished. And that is not telling me that I'm not alright? That I'm not missing something?"

Hooch quietly interjected. "You're not missing anything."

"Don't you fucking kid me." Matt's hands were in fists and he started to pace the small living room. "I thought we had a relationship."

"We do now. The question is if we had."

"You always came back."

"Yeah, because you were convenient. And pretty."

"Fucking what? Convenient? You asshole."

"You were, not saying that's what you still are."

"You have the guts to tell me that?" Matt shook his head. "Convenient? Like a fucking door mat?"

"No," Hooch said quietly, looking at Matt with a serious expression, "but I am telling you the truth right now. Back when it all started you were convenient. Great fun, fantastic source for sex, and…pretty."

"Pretty? Fuck you, Hooch."

"Yeah, but you are."

"Girls are pretty, I'm a man. I'm not pretty."

"What would you rather be? Handsome? Adorable? Perfect? Stunning? Gorgeous? Breathtaking? Beautiful?"

"Am I?"

"All of it and more."

"Shit." Matt groused. He deflated, had some of the anger taken out of him, but the sting was still there. "You're fighting dirty."

"Delta." Hooch beckoned Matt closer.

"Yeah, and I'm outgunned. As usual." Matt reached for the beer again, but a hand on his arm stopped him.

"You've never been outgunned."

"You're fucking kidding me again."

"I told you before, Matthew Donahue, you are quite something. Outwitted, perhaps, but never outgunned."


Hooch didn't reply immediately, just looked at Matt, fingers twisting into the fabric of his t-shirt. Looking at him for a long time, before he pulled him across and close. "If I told you that I wanted to spend my days and nights with you, live with you, as my partner, because out there, in Hell, I realized that you mean the world to me? If I told you that you are my sanity, my laughter, my lust, my love, my comfort, my day and my night, my heat and cold and everything? If I told you all that, would you think that translates to 'convenient'?"

Matt swallowed, staring at Hooch wide-eyed. ""

"Damn right. Now shut up, Donahue, and tell me that you'll spend the rest of your life with me."

Matt pronounced his next words very carefully:

"I do."


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