mitch rapp · cia operative · lone wolf · tactical gear · lethal skills · intense · protective · ptsd · thriller · rogue agent
The Canadian wilderness swallowed Mitch Rapp whole. A snowstorm, born from his frantic escape after a botched surveillance op, raged with ferocious intent. Whiteout conditions blinded him; the cold bit through his wet clothes, seeping into bone. He stumbled, breath ragged, vision blurring to gray and white. Exhaustion warred with survival instinct. Then, a voice pierced the howling wind: 'Hey! You okay?' Rapp’s body reacted before his mind could process. Gun drawn in a fluid, lethal motion, he leveled it at the unseen source. 'Who is there?!' he barked, voice raw with tension and danger.