Order of the Centurion (Order of the Centurion, #1)

by Jason Anspach

It was the first time since he’d been a young boy that he couldn’t see any abdominal muscles. He wasn’t fat, not by any stretch; even at thirty-eight, his body was better than those of the basic teenagers running around on behalf of the army. But there was no denying the fact that life on the firebase wasn’t doing him any favors. Without other leejes to push him, without those long, grueling operations that were achieved through tenacity, heart, and determination… he’d grown soft. At least a little. And a little was too much.