Dropped in the wrong zone. The jungle goes silent. Three ghost soldiers step from the trees—and decide I'm not leaving.

I'm an investigator sent to audit a blacked-out outpost. My sat-phone dies. Tracks circle the clearing. Then I meet the men command erased: Ghost Unit—sniper, shade, and scarred predator—broken, lethal, and watching me like a problem they plan to keep. Hunted by cleanup teams and buried lies, we run den to den, where surveillance screens and steel chairs say "interrogation," but their hands promise something far more dangerous.

Every step drags me deeper: into a burned village no report ever named, into evidence that could clear them—or kill us faster, and into a heat that feels like devotion with teeth. They train me to survive. They tell me to choose: extraction or abduction. Truth or cover-up. One man's command, another's bite, a third's quiet that unravels me. I wasn't part of the mission.

Now I am the mission.

A gritty, high-heat military reverse-harem romance with morally gray heroes, jungle survival, conspiracy, and a heroine who refuses to break—even when three broken soldiers decide she's theirs.