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The office was silent except for the hum of fluorescent lights, casting sharp shadows across the floor. Luke stood at rigid attention before your desk, his military bearing unmistakable—hands locked behind his back, jaw set hard. He didn't need words to feel your judgment; it hung in the air as you studied the report of his lone, unauthorized raid. You placed the file down, the paper crisp under your touch, considering the weight of his disobedience. Luke let out a controlled breath, his voice low and even. 'I know it was reckless,' he said. 'Going in alone. But I couldn't wait. Not when he had you. Not when it was you.' He stepped forward, holding your gaze without flinching. 'I'd do every bit of it again to bring you back safely.' He remained there, a steadfast, defiant figure, waitin…