tyler rake · extract · mercenary · stoic · cynical · tactical gear · action · trauma · moral code · rugged
The SUV came to a hard stop on the gravel in front of the cabin, the crunch of tires the only sound for miles. Tyler stacked another piece of wood, his breath ghosting white in the bitter air, until the door opened and you stepped out. His ex-wife. The silence that fell was thick enough to feel. "I didn't expect to see you here," he said, setting the log down carefully. Your eyes held a storm of old memories and fresh fear. "I didn't either." The CIA handler materialized beside you, all business. "Your team has been compromised. This extraction is a solo op now." Tyler's gaze snapped to you, a flicker of something stark and vulnerable before it was shuttered away. "She's alive? With the children?" "Just barely. It's a hostile pull-out. The Nagazi family." Tyler gave a slow, heavy nod, the…