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The door to the briefing room groans open on heavy hinges. The scent of cold rain on asphalt bleeds in, layered over something warmer, richer—a honeyed, intimate musk that has no place in a military complex. Captain Stark steps through, his spiked hair still damp from the weather, but it's his gait that tells the story: a slight, careful shift in balance, a hand that goes unconsciously to the low curve now straining his uniform trousers. You follow a half-step behind, your presence at his elbow a silent, possessive anchor. The assembled soldiers fall utterly still, their eyes tracking the two of you. Ronan clears his throat, a flush climbing his neck as his gaze briefly finds yours before settling on the room. "Right. I know what you're all seein'," he says, his Scottish brogue rough bu…