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The Dawn Strike
Author: Samuel Kelvin
last update2025-11-16 22:42:32

Thane POV

The sky was still dark when I opened my eyes. It was that deep, early-morning darkness that always reminded me of the battlefield—silent, cold, and waiting. I stood from the bed quietly so I wouldn’t wake Theresa or Shawn. Forger and Calvin were in their room down the hallway, sleeping peacefully, unaware that their father was preparing for another war.

Today was the beginning of Operation Iron Hawk.

I walked straight to my secret closet, the same place I had not touched for years until the rescue mission. My weapons were arranged exactly how I left them. My old military uniform, the one I wore during the battles that earned me the name “God of War,” hung on the wall.

I grabbed my gloves, strapped my vest, holstered my guns, checked the blades I kept for close-combat, and took a deep breath. Something inside my chest felt heavy. A warning. A sign. But I didn’t ignore it. I pushed it aside like every soldier does when danger is calling.

As soon as I stepped out of the closet,
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