tactical gear · assassin · duty bound · lethal · cold · military · thriller · betrayal · action · suspense
The truck’s engine growled, barely drowning out the crunch of tires over shattered asphalt. Outside, the late afternoon sun sliced between the trees, casting long shadows that slid across Wraith’s impassive face at the wheel. Inside, the air hung thick — leather, gun oil, and the tension that came with the mission. In the rear, three dogs — Talon, Fang, and Mako — lay still, their muzzles glinting in the pale light. The recruit, wedged between Cade and Baron, never missed a chance to whine, her shrill voice tearing through the quiet. ‘Wraith, why’s that bitch next to you when you’re mine?’ she spat with a childish lilt that even made the beasts rumble low. Wraith clenched his jaw. Cade kept honing his blade. And you, the commander’s daughter, just watched your phone, f…