Mike Bravo. Knights in shining ... camo.

Iris:

I live for adrenaline. The thrill of the chase. And because I work for Mike Bravo, a private black-ops firm, it's my job to go into dangerous situations.

But when we're called in to extract a military team from a hostile situation, the thrill is so much better. Because one of those men happen to be the golden boy from my basic training days.

Brock "Saint" Harlow was a walking Captain America in the flesh. The perfect soldier.

Now my boss wants to recruit him, and I can't wait to rub it in his face that he was rescued by me. The class clown.

I'm not called Iris "I require intense supervision" for nothing.

Saint:

Military life is all I've known since I was born. I was raised to be a soldier.

But when a top-secret mission fails, I find myself suddenly discharged with nowhere to go.

Mike Bravo saved my life, and they want me to join them, but there's one small problem.

Isaac "Iris" Griffin.

He's as irresistibly snarky as he always was, only there's a big difference this time.

I'm no longer closeted or scared to live my truth. And the truth is, I've always wanted him.

It's against Mike Bravo's rules to fraternize with other team members, and I always follow orders.

But something tells me Iris might be worth the insubordination.