Some battles are fought with bullets.Others are fought in the silence between heartbeats.Jack Solomon had learned long ago that wars are never won on the battlefield alone. They are won in the quiet moments-when a man decides who he will be, no matter the cost. He had seen enemies fall, friends bleed, and missions crumble in the dust. But the most dangerous fight was the ones he could not see.In a world where governments shifted alliances like sand in the wind, Jack had stood in the shadows, fighting the enemies most people didn't even know existed. He carried scars on his body from bullets and blades. The ones on his heart came from promises he couldn't keep.Kaliningrad would test him more than any mission before. A friend was imprisoned in a place where hope was meant to die. A place where the air was thick with despair and the walls covered in blood.But Jack knew one thing: prayers aren't truly forgotten.Somewhere deep in enemy territory, Joe was about to cry out for help. Not to a government. Not to Jack. But to the only One who could hear him through steel, stone, and darkness.And when that cry went up, Jack would be there.Because when the battle is for a brother's life, you don't walk away.You go in.No matter the cost.