Breacher. Navy SEAL. Mercenary. Being a breacher on the Teams wasn’t a job, it was my drug of choice. Detonating charges, the blast waves going through me, I lived for the rush of tactical explosive breaching. As long as I kept my brothers safe and didn’t eat a piece of frag, I never looked past
Dominant. Mercenary. Navy SEAL I had one job on the Teams. Predict the unpredictable. See what no one else saw. Analyze, assess, anticipate. Then execute with deadly force. Calculating the enemy’s moves, including the ones they hadn’t thought of yet was my specialty. I did it for the Navy and now I was private sector,
Mercenary. Navy SEAL. Unconventional Operative. I didn’t join the Teams. I was recruited. They called me the Specialist. They said I had a unique skill set. I knew who I was. For eight years, the Navy tried to rein me in with their tactics, techniques and procedures—operations, missions, objectives—they told me to adapt and overcome.
Breacher. Navy SEAL. Mercenary. Being a breacher on the Teams wasn’t a job, it was my drug of choice. Detonating charges, the blast waves going through me, I lived for the rush of tactical explosive breaching. As long as I kept my brothers safe and didn’t eat a piece of frag, I never looked past
Dominant. Mercenary. Navy SEAL I had one job on the Teams. Predict the unpredictable. See what no one else saw. Analyze, assess, anticipate. Then execute with deadly force. Calculating the enemy’s moves, including the ones they hadn’t thought of yet was my specialty. I did it for the Navy and now I was private sector,
Mercenary. Navy SEAL. Unconventional Operative. I didn’t join the Teams. I was recruited. They called me the Specialist. They said I had a unique skill set. I knew who I was. For eight years, the Navy tried to rein me in with their tactics, techniques and procedures—operations, missions, objectives—they told me to adapt and overcome.
Navy SEAL. Mercenary. Ghost. Joining the military wasn’t a choice, it was survival. The Navy was the last place they’d think to look for me. Hiding in plain sight, I lived in the shadow of deployments… until an off-the-books mission put me in the crosshairs of my past. My cover blown, I walked away from
Airman. Hacker. Mercenary. Hacking one of the government’s top agencies was my first mistake. My second was thinking they wouldn’t find me. Nineteen hours later, five armed men kicked down my door. They gave me a choice—prison or recruitment. The Air Force took me in and trained me to be the best Cyberspace Operations Officer
Navy SEAL. Sniper. Mercenary. The Navy trained me to be the best, but the Teams turned me into a deadly weapon. Every mission honing my tactical skills, I never missed a shot. Living for my brothers and the Trident I’d earned, I didn’t look past my next deployment. Then my friend and former teammate made
Pilot. Aviator. Marine. My first memory was in the cockpit of a plane. My second was of a uniform. All I’d ever wanted was to be a pilot. The Marines gave me wings and I gave them my all. Half a dozen deployments, countless flight hours—I knew the controls in the cockpit better than I
Billionaire. Mercenary. Navy SEAL. The Teams trained me to be a killer. War taught me to be ruthless. Then an ill-fated mission proved I was human. Combat wounded, The Navy cut me loose. I had a choice. Fade into obscurity or use the skills I had. Alpha Elite Security was born and three years later,
Billionaire. Mercenary. Navy SEAL. The Teams trained me to be a killer. War taught me to be ruthless. Then an ill-fated mission proved I was human. Combat wounded, The Navy cut me loose. I had a choice. Fade into obscurity or use the skills I had. Alpha Elite Security was born and three years later,
Bodyguard. Sentry. Explosives expert. There was a reason I was the only Explosive Ordnance Disposal technician in the Marines who’d never sustained any injuries. I didn’t take risks. Ever. My actions were precise. My thoughts were controlled, and I lived by one creed—no second chances. Except serving my country as an EOD in the Marines
Bodyguard. Sentry. Explosives expert. There was a reason I was the only Explosive Ordnance Disposal technician in the Marines who’d never sustained any injuries. I didn’t take risks. Ever. My actions were precise. My thoughts were controlled, and I lived by one creed—no second chances. Except serving my country as an EOD in the Marines
I couldn’t escape the hard sins of my past. I couldn’t unsee the truths in my mistakes. Every breath she took was a reminder of the pain I’d caused. Growing up at the mercy of a madman, I swore I would never give anyone that kind of power over me again. But here I was,
Bodyguard. Shadow. Warrior. The Marines trained me to be a weapon. Tactical warfare was in my blood. I didn’t think twice when I was deployed for the fifth time because I was born battle ready. Then a mission went south and left me with a medical discharge. Too many years downrange, I didn’t fit in
I couldn’t escape the hard sins of my past. I couldn’t unsee the truths in my mistakes. Every breath she took was a reminder of the pain I’d caused. Growing up at the mercy of a madman, I swore I would never give anyone that kind of power over me again. But here I was,
Bodyguard. Shadow. Warrior. The Marines trained me to be a weapon. Tactical warfare was in my blood. I didn’t think twice when I was deployed for the fifth time because I was born battle ready. Then a mission went south and left me with a medical discharge. Too many years downrange, I didn’t fit in
Bodyguard. Escort. Bad boy. I didn’t come from the wrong side of the tracks. I was the wrong side. Every cliché you could think of, my family embraced. The only advantage I had was being the best-looking out of all my brothers. Except when I joined the Marines, looks didn’t count for shit downrange. I
Bodyguard. Mercenary. Gun for hire. I didn’t care what you called it, the end result was always the same. You paid me for a job, you got results. The Marines trained me to shoot, but life taught me to aim. Working for the best personal security firm in the business was a stepping stone. Put
Bodyguard. Mercenary. Gun for hire. I didn’t care what you called it, the end result was always the same. You paid me for a job, you got results. The Marines trained me to shoot, but life taught me to aim. Working for the best personal security firm in the business was a stepping stone. Put
Bodyguard. Babysitter. Chauffeur. Not what the hell I thought I’d be doing with my life. Especially not for a spoiled Hollywood actress on location in Miami Beach. But triple pay and carrying a gun had its advantages. I’d shove away paparazzi and screaming fans for a lot less. The Marines trained me to be Force Recon—intimidation
Bodyguard. Babysitter. Chauffeur. Not what the hell I thought I’d be doing with my life. Especially not for a spoiled Hollywood actress on location in Miami Beach. But triple pay and carrying a gun had its advantages. I’d shove away paparazzi and screaming fans for a lot less. The Marines trained me to be Force
Callan I was trained to be a hunter. Growing up in the nation’s most infamous, violent cult, my job was simple. Track. Kill. Survive. And that’s what I did… until our leader threatened to kill his own daughter. Refusing to watch another senseless murder, I did what I was trained to do. I took his
