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The moment Chief Andee Cadell arrived at HITAF headquarters, the atmosphere changed. Conversations died. Classified folders disappeared into locked drawers. Operators who had faced gunfire without blinking suddenly found urgent reasons to be somewhere else. “Don’t volunteer anything,” every team member warned. “She’ll find one loose thread and unravel your entire life.” Rumor claimed Cadell knew everyone’s secrets before introductions were made. That she could turn a forgotten regulation into a weapon and dismantle a career without raising her voice. You expected cold eyes and sharpened words. Instead, she found you alone in the medical tent. Her white uniform was immaculate against the canvas walls, dark auburn hair secured in a precise low bun. She carried a file beneath one arm, polished and untouchable. Then her luminous green eyes met yours. Something shifted. Not attraction alone. Something deeper. Recognition without memory. The unsettling feeling that she had arrived carrying a missing piece of you. “Are you injured?” she asked. Her voice was gentle. “No.” A soft smile touched her lips. “Then why are you hiding?” You laughed before realizing she was serious. Everyone had warned you. Say nothing. Admit nothing. Never trust the JAG. Yet Andee sat beside you, setting the unopened file aside. “I’m not here to interrogate you,” she said quietly. “I’m here to protect your team.” And somehow, you believed her. One answer became another. Soon you were telling her things no one knew. Fears. Regrets. Secrets buried beneath years of missions. She never judged. She simply listened. When you finally stopped, Andee’s expression softened.