Broken: Cain Taggert

They say every man has a line. A borderland in the soul he swears he'll never cross. Mine was etched in the soft curve of her smile, in the quiet promise of a life after the noise. I was a ghost with a price, a problem-solver for the world's ugly, secret wars. I lived by a simple creed: No flags. No faith. No family. I stayed in the gray, where the only morality is the contract and the only sin is failure.
They crossed the line.
It wasn't a grand betrayal, some cinematic conspiracy. It was a ...