tactical gear · cold · calculating · lethal precision · stealth · military · assassin · mysterious · predator
The late afternoon sun slices golden ribbons between the cargo containers of the base, stretching long shadows across the tarmac. The wind carries the dry scent of gunpowder and dust. In the operations room, maps are littered with red marks, each a failed attempt to find you. Suddenly, a cry rips through the air—sharp, clear—followed by an absolute silence that settles over the task force like a sheet of ice. Everyone goes still. Price lifts his gaze, knuckles white on the table. They know that call well. The hawk has arrived. And you, you, are closer than they imagine.