When Jake meets a woman at the Hard Deck, the last thing he expects is for her to be a Navy Seal. And not just any Seal, the Commander of Seal Team 3. She's beautiful, smart, dangerous, and everything about her just makes him want to get close. Her...
Warnings: swearing, mentions of death, bombs, murder, explosions (all very briefly mentioned), so much pining that there should be a forest in the middle of a Saudi Arabian Air Base
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When the pilots entered the conference room on the day of the mission, they found half the room was filled with Seals writing furiously on papers in front of them.
"Did we walk in on a test or something?" Fanboy asked, glancing at Fireball who sat next to the door.
"No," Bear answered from the front of the room. "We realized that some of the wills weren't up to date and neither was contact information. So they have this time now to fix it and make sure everything is correct."
"Wills? Like what happens if someone..."
Bear nodded. "Exactly."
The pilots exchanged looks. It was bad luck to talk about death before a mission, but it appeared that the Seals had no qualms with it. "We can come back in a few minutes, if that would be preferable," Maverick offered.
"There's no need. They have another 25 or so to finish up before we get started. Take a seat, talk quietly amongst yourselves, or go grab anything you forgot," she replied, head dipping back down to finish her own documents.
The Daggers stepped over bags and made their way over to the empty seats at the front, Jake sitting the closest to where Bear was perched on the edge of the table, scribbling away. When her watch beeped, the room filled with the shuffling of papers being put away and within minutes, the room was quiet again. "So, I can tell that you have questions about how this will play out," Bear began, looking at the pilots to her left.
A few nods followed her statement. Maverick spoke up "Bear has informed me that we will need all of you. Two teams, am I right in saying that?"
"You are. Team one, Alpha team, goes for Khrushov's compound, bombs it and returns to base to take a second run at it. I want it burned to the ground," Bear replied. "Team two, Bravo team, you are on standby until we have completed our mission. You will take out al-Hameed's compound when I give the order."
"We're following her? Not Mav?" Payback voiced, leaning over to look at her.
"No, I told you back at North Island that we follow Bear's command," Maverick replied. "That includes for the extent of the mission, however long that takes."
"And in the event that I am captured or killed, you follow Bug's command," the Commander explained. "But until then, you are listening to me." Her tone left no room for argument, making it very clear that she meant business. "Am I clear?"
Nods and sounds of agreement came from all over the room except from a few men near the back. They weren't fans of how Bear ran her team, thinking her incapable and not worthy of their respect. It had escalated when the Daggers had joined them. The pilots made waves in their desired status quo, which made them angry. Especially since Bear seemed so distracted with a certain blond pilot.
