Landon's POV
{Onyx Reign Military Force – 12:17 P.M.}
I walked into the facility like I owned it—because I did. Every pair of boots in here marched to my command. My shoes hit the polished floors with a sharp, steady rhythm. Cold eyes followed me, but none dared to speak. They didn't know me as Landon. Here, I was Killian Vane Blackthorne—the Marshal, the ghost who led wars from the shadows.
No one knew what I looked like, not even the soldiers who swore loyalty to me. I kept my identity hidden for a reason.
Fear worked better when it was faceless.
I entered my office and locked the door behind me. The air smelled like old leather and cold metal, but still familiar. I walked to the desk, sat down, and turned on the encrypted system in front of me. Within seconds, the call connected.
My screen filled with faces—generals, colonels, captains. Some I trusted. Most I didn't.
In fact, I don't trust all of them except my wife.
My camera stayed off, as always.
