A young SEAL tried to kick the janitor out, but the Commander froze
A young SEAL tried to kick the janitor out, but the Commander froze when he saw the ink tattoo on her skin...//...The heavy steel doors of the Naval Amphibious Base gym swung open with a force that killed the ambient noise of clanking weights and treadmill motors instantly. A sudden, suffocating silence descended upon the room, the kind of quiet that usually precedes a natural disaster or a court-martial. Standing in the doorway was the Base Commanding Officer Commander Brooks, flanked by two Marine guards in full dress uniform. His presence in a workout facility was rare; his expression, cold and unreadable, was terrifying. He did not look at the rows of expensive equipment or the gathering crowd of curious operators. His eyes were locked like laser sights on a small, unassuming figure standing near the wrestling mats. It was the elderly janitor Evelyn Harper. She stood frozen, clutching a worn broom, looking small and fragile in the vast, testosterone-filled space. "Commander, ...