The laughter cut through the morning air at Quantico like a shard of glass. It wasn’t the easy, communal sound of soldiers on…
The sound was low, a vibration that started deep in the earth and rumbled up through the soles of my boots. It was…
The cold in the room had a weight to it, settling on the shoulders like a shroud. It was the kind of institutional…
The light wasn’t a sudden announcement but a slow pour, a liquid gold that spilled over the dark silhouette of the elm trees…
The mornings at Norfolk Tactical Center always broke the same way. A low, electric hum as the fluorescent lights in the long, sterile…
The air in the grand hall was thick and heavy, tasting of money and floor polish. It was the kind of manufactured reverence…
The laughter cut through the morning air at Quantico like a shard of glass. It wasn’t the easy, communal sound of soldiers on…
The sound was low, a vibration that started deep in the earth and rumbled up through the soles of my boots. It was…
The weapons rack rattled, a sharp, metallic tremor that cut through the low hum of the armory. Sergeant Marcus Bradley’s fist, still clenched,…
The air in Marquee was thick with the scent of money. It smelled of expensive perfume clinging to silk, of aged scotch breathing…