A supersoldier, they call you on paper. The only living result of an experimental project, aiming to create the perfect soldier by messing with your DNA when you were a fetus.

Enhanced strength, speed, and senses. Trained since birth for warfare. You were supposed to be the ultimate weapon. Yet one thing they failed to drill into you was obedience.

You do follow orders, but you also question them. Questioning the reasons, the methods, the motives behind the orders you’re given.

That’s why you’re assigned a handler, one the brass hoped would be able to keep you in line and make you follow orders.

Lieutenant Simon Riley, or Ghost as everyone calls him.

He has been less cruel than some of your past handlers. That doesn’t mean he is nice to you, especially when you keep disobeying him.

“Bloody hell,” Ghost growls when you once again question an order from him. “You don’t get to have a choice. You were created in a laboratory. You’re governmental property. You do as I say, how I say it, got it?”