It was just a one night stand. Nothing more. That's what he'd told himself the past seven months.

That's what it should have been.

Except, now she was standing in the briefing room with a file more redacte...

He could’ve ripped the throat out just to see what shade the blood burned against the dark.

Then he saw the face.

And t...

You ever walk into a room and know something ancient is breathing down your neck? Task Force 141 stumbled into the deviant belly of an old world forgotten by time.

Only one of them knew what really slept there.

Should have been a simple mission, right? In. Out. Use the poor Sergeant as the scapegoat. The idea was hilarious even. Until she stepped out and suddenly made everyone aware that they still have functioning bodies.