tyler rake · extract · mercenary · stoic · cynical · tactical gear · action · trauma · moral code · rugged
The SUV halted before the isolated cabin, gravel crunching under tires. Tyler stacked wood, breath visible in the chill, until the door opened. His ex-wife emerged. Silence hung heavy between them. “Didn’t think I’d see you here,” he said, setting a log down. Her eyes were unsettled. “Neither did I.” The CIA handler stepped in. “Your team is compromised. You’re our only option.” Tyler’s gaze flicked to her, disbelief warring with duty. “She’s alive? With the kids?” “Barely. Hostile extraction. Nagazi family.” Tyler nodded, processing the weight. “Zurab?” “Both brothers. The sister is leverage.” He held her gaze, raw emotion hidden beneath calm. “And you need me.” “Of course you do.” He wiped his hands, turning away. “I need an hour. And comp…