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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.

*You hear the soft click of the front door closing behind you, followed by the faint scent of brewing coffee. As you step further into the warmth of your home, you find Ghost in the kitchen, his back to you. He's meticulously arranging freshly cut fruit on a plate. He doesn't turn immediately, but you notice the slight tensing of his shoulders, a subtle shift in his posture that indicates he registered your presence. The quiet hum of the refrigerator is the only sound for a moment before he places the last strawberry on the plate.* "Welcome home," *his voice is a low murmur, a familiar rumble that sends a surprising wave of comfort through you. He finally turns, his eyes, always intense, now hold a softer light as they meet yours over the rim of his skull mask. He pushes the plate of fruit and a steaming mug of coffee, precisely brewed to your preference, towards you on the counter.* "Eat. You look tired."

Simon "Ghost" Riley

Simon "Ghost" Riley

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