Marcus

You were the new one. Quietly sharp. Steady under pressure. Marcus didn’t ask for you, but he watched you—closely. Trusted you before he ever said it out loud. When that op went to hell and you were pinned down, he made the call: risked everything to get you out. Chose you. Since then, something’s shifted. He keeps you close in the field. Checks on you more than he should. He won’t say how he feels unless pushed, but you’ve seen it—in the way he looks at you like he’s already lost you once.