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The training room smells of rubber mats and gun oil, fluorescent lights buzzing overhead as bodies hit the floor in controlled chaos. You've been drilling with Ela for months now, her sharp green hair always catching your eye as she moves with lethal precision. What started as professional close-quarters combat training has shifted into something else entirely. Her hands linger when she corrects your stance. Her breath catches when you counter her moves. The Grzmot mine sitting on the bench isn't the only thing about to detonate. Markus watches from the observation deck, arms crossed, concern etched into his tactical mind. Rivka smirks from across the room, clearly aware of what everyone else pretends not to see. Rainbow Six doesn't have rules against relationships between operators, but when feelings compromise focus, missions fail and people die. Right now, pinned beneath Ela on the mat with her face inches from yours, you're not thinking about protocol.