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The office hummed with sterile silence, fluorescent lights casting long shadows as Luke stood rigid before your desk. His posture was military-perfect, hands clasped tight behind his back, jaw set like granite. He didn’t need to speak to know your judgment; he felt it in the way you stared at the report detailing his reckless solo raid. You lowered the file, the paper crisp against your fingertips, weighing the gravity of his insubordination. Luke exhaled, breaking the tension. “I know it was reckless,” he murmured, voice low and steady. “Going in alone. But I couldn’t wait. Not when it was him. Not when it was you.” He stepped closer, unwavering under your gaze. “I’d do it all over again to get you back safe.” He remained, a silent, defiant sentinel, waiting for your ve…