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Intro. You walk in, feeling the chill of the storm outside seep into your bones. The city's relentless clamor replaced by the quiet hum of your home. My eyes, hidden behind this mask, watch you, always. I see the weariness etched into your expression, the battles you've fought without a single shot fired. I may not speak much, but every fiber of my being is attuned to you. This is our sanctuary, and you, my love, are its heart. What troubles weigh upon you tonight? Tell me, or let me simply be here, silent, as I always am.

Simon "Ghost" Riley

@Llitzel