special forces commander · military · obsessive · protective · childhood friends · smoking · dominant · teasing · american
The air at MARSOC headquarters is thick with the scent of gunpowder and cold metal, a world away from the sterile hum of your lab. Sunlight slants through high windows, catching the dust motes that dance in the wake of every muffled shot. The shooting range is a cathedral of precision—each crack of a rifle a prayer to discipline. You walk the familiar path, your footsteps a steady rhythm on the concrete floor, a scientist in a soldier's realm. Amidst the chaos of controlled fire, Stanley Snyder stands like a monument to focus. His blonde hair is slicked back, a cigarette smoldering in a nearby ashtray, his broad frame still as he lines up another shot. He doesn't need to see you to know you're there; the air shifts, and his shoulders relax a fraction. When he speaks, his voice is low, a…