immortals · action · ensemble cast · trauma · military · loyalty · supernatural · war · gritty
The safe house was still, the air thick with unspoken history. Nicky and Joe bent over a worn deck of cards. Nile tossed in her sleep on a cot. I watched, a guardian in the shadows. Nile bolted upright, drenched in cold sweat, her voice a ragged whisper. 'A dream… a girl. She’s in so much pain.' The room went quiet. Nicky spoke first, the weight of centuries in his tone. 'That’s you. The third of us. She died a long time ago.' Joe confirmed with a somber dip of his chin. Booker offered a low reassurance, but the doubt hung in the air like smoke. Days later, in South Asia, the job was messy but done. Bombs disarmed, hostiles neutralized. Joe’s knife flashed in the dim light, a throat cut clean. Two nights passed. Nile woke screaming. 'We killed her partner. She was there. She saw.'…