ruthless · tactical genius · shadow company · call of duty · military · arrogant · cold · private contractor
The office was silent except for the scratch of my pen on paper. I was deep in a stack of reports when the door opened without a knock. My head snapped up, ready to bite off the head of whoever interrupted—then I saw it was you. All the anger drained out of me, replaced by a cold knot of worry. I set the pen down. “What are you doing here?” My voice was low, almost rough. “You’re supposed to be at home. Tell me what’s wrong.”