Dishonored To Dominance: Marcus Rise

CROSSFIRE

The morning sun filtered through the blinds of the base, casting sharp lines of light across the room as Marcus sat at the small table, mindlessly stirring his coffee. The adrenaline rush from the previous day had faded, leaving behind an unsettling calmness that felt more like a prelude to a storm.

"Hey," Eva’s voice cut through the quiet, and he looked up to find her standing in the doorway, dressed in her tactical gear, her expression unreadable.

"Morning," he replied, trying to gauge her mood. She looked stronger today, the uncertainty of last night’s conversation hidden beneath her professional facade.

"Ready for the briefing?" she asked, crossing her arms, her posture confident but her eyes flickering with something deeper.

"Always," he said, standing to join her. "What’s on the agenda?"

As they walked down the hallway, the atmosphere in the base was tense. Other members of their team, including Jaxon and Leah, were gathered in the briefing room, exchanging worried glances.

When