Page 435 of Broken Oath

Different ambushes.

The same mountain.

The same betrayal.

We had both left brothers behind.

Wade reached inside his jacket and removed three photographs.

Price.

Brooks.

Walsh.

He placed them beside my fallen men.

“Nine,” he said.

I looked at the memorial table.

Nine operators taken by Project Nightfall.

Nine reasons we would never stop.

Sarah joined us.

Then Jack.

One by one, the rest of Shadow Division gathered around the table.

Sniper.

Fathom.

Falcon.

Shark.

Cobra.

Reef.

Sam Cutter stood at the edge.

No speeches.

No military ceremony.

No empty promises.

Only names.

Faces.

Memory.

Wade broke the silence.