Part 1 Do you mind? Some of us are trying to win a war here. The voice was sharp, sterile, and cold—matching the…
PART 1 CHAPTER 1 The dining hall on Thursdays always smelled the same: overcooked green beans, floor wax, and the metallic tang of…
PART 1 Chapter 1: The Ghost in the Machine The mess hall at Camp Pendleton at 0600 hours is less of a dining…
Part 1 “Ma’am, that access is restricted. I’m going to have to ask you to step away from the door.” The voice cracked.…
Part 1 The bus groaned to a halt just outside the main gate of Camp Armmitage, its brakes squealing with the kind of…
PART 1: THE EXILE The rain didn’t just fall; it punished. It came down in relentless, icy sheets, hammering against the asphalt…
Part 1: The Ambush My name is Elena Rener. I am thirty-five years old. I am a medically retired Major from the United…
Part 1 “Ma’am, with all due respect, what’s your call sign?” The question cut through the noise of the Miramar mess hall like…
Part 1 The first thing you notice about Falcon Ridge isn’t the heat, though the Nevada sun is brutal enough to blister paint…