Snake: Eyes

Rick nodded, but his attention was already drifting toward a woman in a white dress sitting ringside. She looked out of place—too calm, too elegant for the sweat and blood of a boxing ring. Before he could make a move, the bell rang.

"It’s just business, Rick," Kevin replied, his hand moving toward his holster. "In this city, you either win or you lose. There’s no middle ground." Snake Eyes

"Big night, Kev," Rick shouted over the thunder of the arena. Rick nodded, but his attention was already drifting

As Rick dug deeper, the evidence pointed toward the one person he trusted: Kevin. "It’s just business, Rick," Kevin replied, his hand

Inside the arena, the crowd roared. It was the heavyweight title fight—the kind of night where legends were made or broken. Rick was in his element, shaking hands and flashing a badge that carried more weight than his paycheck ever did. He spotted Kevin Dunne, his old friend and a high-ranking Navy Commander, standing guard near the Secretary of Defense.