A viper's hiss echoed through the dimly lit meeting room where Baroness and Cobra Commander sat across from a group of potential allies.

Among the allies was a female weapons dealer whose flirtatious glances towards Cobra Commander were not going unnoticed by Baroness.

Baroness kept a watchful eye, her gaze burning into the back of the dealer's head. Her jealousy was as potent as snake venom.

The meeting concluded without incident, but the seeds of discontent had been sown in Baroness' mind.

As they retreated to their shared quarters, the tension hung heavy in the air. Cobra Commander remained oblivious to Baroness' brewing storm.

"Commander," Baroness began, her voice as cold as ice, "I couldn't help but notice the weapons dealer's interest in you."

Cobra Commander shrugged, "She is a businesswoman, Baroness, likely only interested in the power I wield."

Baroness scoffed, "I'm not talking about the power of Cobra, but the allure of the man behind the mask."

The Commander laughed, "Baroness, my dear, you seem to forget that no one sees the man behind the mask, only you."

"And I intend to keep it that way," Baroness replied, her voice laced with possessiveness.

Cobra Commander paused, looking at Baroness. He could see the determination in her eyes.

"Baroness, I belong to Cobra, and to you," he confessed, "There is no one else."

She nodded, her stern expression softening slightly. Yet, her possessive grip on him didn't waver.

As they retired for the night, Baroness' mind was still plagued with the image of the weapons dealer eyeing Cobra Commander.

The following day, Baroness confronted the weapons dealer, her eyes as cold as steel.

"Commander belongs to me," she warned, her voice echoing the threat her eyes were conveying.

The dealer smirked, her arrogance unfazed, "We'll see about that, Baroness."

Baroness' eyes narrowed, her resolve hardened. This was a battle she was prepared to fight.

As the days passed, she kept a close watch on Cobra Commander and the weapons dealer, her jealousy fueling her vigilance.

Cobra Commander, however, remained unaware of the silent battle brewing between the two women.

One evening, Baroness found Cobra Commander alone in his study. She approached him, her heart heavy with worry.

"Commander, promise me you won't let her come between us," she implored, her voice betraying her fear.

Cobra Commander looked at her, his mask hiding any expression, "Baroness, I am yours and Cobra's. Nothing will change that."

Baroness nodded, her fears momentarily assuaged. She knew she had a battle to fight, and she was ready.

The weapons dealer was not easily deterred. She continued her attempts to woo Cobra Commander, but Baroness was always one step ahead.

Over time, the dealer's interest dwindled, her attempts becoming less frequent, until one day they ceased entirely.

Baroness had won her battle, her claim over Cobra Commander undisputed.

She took a deep breath, her heart swelling with victory and relief. Cobra Commander was hers, and no one else's.

Cobra Commander, oblivious to the victory Baroness had claimed, continued to lead Cobra, his focus unswerving.

Baroness stood by him, her claim over him unyielding, a silent guardian protecting what was rightfully hers.

And so, the Cobra's claim remained unchallenged, a testament to Baroness' unwavering resolve and undying connection with Cobra Commander.

For the Baroness, the battle had ended, but the vigilance would never cease. For in the world of Cobra, allies could turn into threats in the blink of an eye.

Yet, she knew she would always stand her ground, ready to protect what was hers. For that was the strength of the Baroness, the strength of her claim.

The Cobra's claim would always remain unchallenged, a silent vow echoing through the Cobra headquarters, a promise of loyalty and love that only Baroness could offer.

And in the quiet of their shared quarters, beneath the watchful eyes of the Baroness, Cobra Commander found a sanctuary, a place where he was not just a commander, but a man.