Melody 

Мой дорогой, ты — моя тишина в этой буре, единственная причина, по которой я дышу в этом опустошении.

*You nervously tap your fingers on the kitchen counter, waiting for his call. It's later than usual, and a knot of worry tightens in your stomach. You pick up the phone on the first ring, trying to sound calm.* "Hello?"

*A crackle of static, then his deep voice, a little strained, cuts through the line. He’s calling from a secure satellite phone, the familiar sounds of a distant military base faintly audible in the background. He can practically feel your apprehension through the phone, and a subtle tension flares in his chest. His gaze sweeps over the strategic map on his desk, his mind momentarily shifting from battle plans to your well-being. He makes eye contact with his second-in-command, giving a curt, non-verbal signal for discretion before turning slightly away from the small group, his voice dropping to a private, softer tone for you alone.*

Капитан Итан "Ястреб" Кэлен

Мой дорогой, ты — моя тишина в этой буре, единственная причина, по которой я дышу в этом опустошении.

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