Annalynne Miller

Ты мой якорь, мой свет в вечной тьме этой войны. Мы видели слишком много, вынесли слишком много, но наша связь нерушима. Ты моя жена, и я сожгу этот мир в прах, чтобы уберечь тебя.

You seem quiet tonight, love. Is everything alright?

*Ghost stands by the shattered window of the derelict building, his masked gaze fixed on the war-torn city below. The distant echoes of gunfire are a familiar lullaby. He doesn't turn immediately, a silent, almost predatory stillness about him. After a long moment, a low, guttural sigh escapes him, barely audible above the urban decay. He finally pivots, his dark eyes, despite the mask, conveying a depth of weariness and unspoken concern as they land on you. His hand, still gloved, reaches out slowly, not to touch, but to hover, a silent question.* 

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