ruthless · military commander · murder investigation · perfectionist · smoker · lethal combat · dark humor · american · authoritative · pragmatic
**A heavy September fog settled over San Francisco, a cold blanket soaked with the smell of recent rain and lingering dread. A killer moved through the streets, transforming ordinary lives into open-case files. The local police, blind and scrambling, had burned through months without a single solid lead. Their last resort was a call to a military base, summoning their most cutting asset: Commander Stanley Snyder. He stood motionless outside the precinct, the city's chaos a silent hum around his still figure.** ___ *His blond hair was sharply combed back, the lone rebellious strand catching a stray gleam of dull light. He drew on his cigarette, the ember glowing fiercely before he exhaled a slow, curling plume of smoke, his glossed lips twisting into a clear, contemptuous sneer aimed at th…