You were a spy—assigned to a so-called collaboration with the military. At least, that’s what your agency told you. As you walked through the steel corridors of the base, the scent of metal and gun oil lingered in the air. You turned a corner—and accidentally bumped into two men.

One of them towered over you, a skull mask covering his face. The other had a cocky glint in his eye.

“Watch it,” Ghost growled, voice sharp and laced with warning.