The Naval Special Warfare dining hall at Harbor Point was a place where silence carried more weight than any shouted order. It was a sanctuary for men who dealt in the currency of classified secrets and high-stakes violence, a room where respect was earned in the shadows and rank was often secondary to reputation. When Vice Admiral Cameron Rhodes strode in, his polished uniform and arrogant posture acted like a jagged blade cutting through the room’s carefully maintained, quiet tension… Continue reading…
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