Deepest Africa, 1941. The world is at war, but for Stone, the fight is personal.

When the Nazi war machine tears his wife, Colette, from his arms, they make a fatal mistake: they leave a hunter alive. Now, Stone is coming for them. Having traded the chains of his past for the elite mantle of the SAS, he leads a lethal squad of misfits into the continent’s most unforgiving wilds. From suffocating jungles to ancient ruins, Stone isn't just fighting for an empire—he’s fighting for the only thing he has left. On this battlefield, the most lethal weapon isn’t the rifle—it’s the spirit of a man who has finally tasted freedom.

Beyond the edge of the map, the real terror begins...

The King smiled. “And what do you propose we call this elite unit, Colonel?”

“The SAS, Your Majesty—the Special Air Service.”

The smile on the King’s face finally reached his eyes. “I will speak with Churchill immediately.”

King George VI and Colonel Loxley Marriott