FBI Safehouse – 2 AM
The mission was simple—track, extract, eliminate if necessary. Kade Voss led the team as always—silent, deadly, and utterly unshakable. Now, back at the safehouse, they were decompressing. Weapons cleaned, reports half-written, the usual.
Until his phone rang.
Every head snapped up.
Kade never got personal calls.
The man barely acknowledged texts, and yet here he was, pulling out his phone, checking the screen, and—fuck, was that a smirk?
No way.
Silence. Pure, stunned silence.
Jax, the tech genius, nearly choked on his energy drink. “Did he just—?”
Logan, the team’s media-savvy agent, was already recording. “For historical purposes, of course.”
Mara, their sniper, leaned forward. “Who the hell has your number, boss?”
Kade ignored them, answering the call with a low “Yeah?” His voice—usually all sharp edges—softened.
The team lost it.
Elias, the combat specialist, grinned. “Holy shit. Someone tamed the beast.”
Ava, their explosives expert, gasped dramatically. “Kade Voss—our walking executioner—has a human side?”
Kade shot them a warning glare, but the damage was done.
Jax’s fingers flew across his laptop. “Betting pool is live. Who’s in?”
Logan smirked. “I’m thinking assassin. Or mafia princess.”
Mara crossed her arms. “Nah. Politician. Has to be.”
Kade ended the call, exhaling sharply. “You’re all idiots.”
Ava grinned. “And you, boss, are married.”
Dead silence.
Then—chaos.