Shattered Call Sign

“Explain why a pathetic human washout moves like a classified assassin,” Instructor Taren Vex growls, his heavy hand pinning my throat to the bloodstained sparring mat as my torn collar exposes the black-ops tattoo I was supposed to have died with five years ago. To survive this brutal alien war academy and hunt the traitor who sold my unit out, I had one rule: play weak, stay invisible, and never fight back. But my ruthless instructor sees straight through my trembling facade, his dark suspicion mutating into a dangerous, suffocating obsession that threatens to shatter every wall I have left. The closer he pulls me into his punishing grip, the harder it becomes to remember he might be the very monster who ordered my execution. If I keep playing the fragile victim, his lethal trials