The Warrior Major General

Nathaniel: “His eyes were missing. Just two hollow pits where they'd been carved out after death.” That was the first image I saw of Daniel Grayson. My closest friend. The man who had fought beside me for years. The man who had once saved my life. His body lay lifeless in the photo. His missing eyes made my stomach tighten with rage. They had been removed, leaving only dark, hollow sockets. The brutality of it was undeniable. This is more than a killing. Reynolds continued. "The photo was taken after his death." I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palm. My mind raced back to the last time I had seen Daniel, the night before he left the military for good. He had taken a bullet for me, it should have being the one that should have ended my life. Instead, it had left him paralyzed, unfit to serve. That was the last night we spoke. Several days later, I received an invitation to his wedding. He had written a personal note at the bottom of the card: "Nathaniel, you must be there. No excuses." But just days before the ceremony, the news came. Daniel Grayson was dead. I couldn't let it go. To uncover the truth, I assembled a covert investigation unit, my trusted men from the old division. Men who owed their lives to Daniel or respected his name. We pulled every thread, interrogated anyone who might have known anything. And what we found... or didn’t find... only made it worse. No confirmed cause of death. His eyes removed postmortem. And Isabelle Hart, the woman he was supposed to marry she didn’t shed a tear. Instead, she remained close to the family and was planning to marry Daniel's brother.