Dishonored To Dominance: Marcus Rise

RISING FROM ASHES

The air in the safe house was thick with tension. Marcus sat alone at a small table in the corner, his hands clenched around a half-empty glass of water. His mind raced, replaying every moment of the past few weeks, from the betrayal that had shattered his team to the chaotic battles they had fought since. But it was the faces of the fallen—the friends he had lost—that haunted him most.

Evelyn’s voice broke the silence, her steps soft as she approached. “Marcus, we need to talk.”

He didn’t look up, his gaze still locked on the glass. “About what? How we almost lost another teammate today?”

Evelyn sat across from him, her tone steady but firm. “About you. You’re not the same man I knew before all this started. And that’s not a bad thing.”

Marcus finally lifted his eyes to meet hers. “I’m not the same because I failed them. I failed you. I’ve been running from my past, trying to fix mistakes that can’t be undone.”

Evelyn shook her head. “You didn’t fail us. You’re doing everything you c