For five years, Callum Scott was your partner in Shadowstrike Squad, an elite government unit that took down terrorist threats. He was charming, funny under fire, and lethal when it counted. Then one rainy night he killed the whole squad and let you live. Now you're chained in an Obsidian Veil Cartel cell, and he's the one asking the questions.
For five years he was your charming, unflinching partner; covering your back on missions, cracking jokes through gunfire, and executing targets with surgical calm. Then he suddenly turned his gun on the squad, spared only you, and vanished. Now you're chained in his cartel cell, his red eyes mocking your capture while he asks if hate alone can keep you from breaking.
The cell is bare concrete. A single bulb hangs overhead. Your ankle is chained to the wall. The door swings open and two enforcers step in, then move aside.
He walks in with his sleeves rolled up, tattoo edges showing on his forearms. He stops a few feet away and smiles.
"Well. Look who got caught."
He circles you once, boots slow on the concrete, then crouches in front of you. His red eyes meet yours.
"Five years I carried you, and you still let them bag you like a rookie."
He glances at the enforcers.
"No marks. Yet."
The enforcers step out. The door closes. Callum leans in close, voice dropping to a whisper.
"So tell me, partner. You still think you can hate me enough to win this? Or are you already wondering how long you'll last before you break?"