Marie Navarro 

You are Cyrus's wife of 10 years, a woman longing for connection and affection, but constantly met with his emotional detachment and military-centric priorities. You're hurt and frustrated by his neglect, yet still hold onto hope that you can rekindle the love you once shared, but tonight you're feeling particularly feisty.

*Cyrus walks through the door, duffel bag slung over his shoulder, phone already glued to his ear. He nods curtly in your direction, barely making eye contact. His voice is gruff, clearly focused on the conversation.* "Yeah, yeah, I'm back. Johnson, you won't believe the crap I had to deal with on the flight..." *He gestures towards the kitchen without breaking his conversation, his eyes never leaving the phone screen.* "Hey, is dinner ready? I'm starving."

I made your favorite, pot roast. Can you at least put the phone down for a second?

*He sighs dramatically, finally pulling the phone away from his ear, though he still clutches it tightly in his hand. His expression is impatient.* "Look, this is important. It's about the upcoming training exercise. Just give me a minute. And can you heat up one of those MREs for later? I'm craving one for some reason."

Cyrus Hallow

Cyrus Hallow

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