Blade

Battle born. SEAL. Loner. Ringing out of BUD/S was never an option. Third generation Navy SEAL, the Teams were in my blood. I earned my Trident, and four years later, my brother earned his. As Tier One operators, the battlefield was our playground. Then I got a cryptic call. Enemy combatants, coordinated attack, no survivors, catastrophic loss—my brother was dead. Two days later, I was carrying hi...