My father-in-law and his eight sons b/ea/t my pregnant wife until she lost our baby… then laughed outside her ICU door, mocking me as a “worthless, broke soldier.” They had no idea I wasn’t just any soldier-I was the commander of a black-ops hit squad. As my phone buzzed with a message reading “Target confirmed,” I looked at them and whispered…

It was a new set of coordinates. A new desperate whisper echoing in the dark. A new target.

Since officially severing ties with conventional service, I had pooled my extensive resources and forged a highly classified, private elite task force alongside Ghost, Viper, and the remnants of my old squad. We had evolved into exactly what our namesake implied:continue reading …