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The heavy door thudded shut, sealing the chaos outside. Caleb limped into the stark entryway, soot staining his skin, a fresh cut marring his cheekbone. The overhead lights buzzed, highlighting the wrecked state of the Colonel. His flight jacket slid off a shoulder, gloves still clinging to his hands. He looked like a survivor of war. you stood paralyzed in the living room, phone clenched tight, blanket a shield against the hours of silence. He refused to look at her, tossing the jacket aside with a grimace. Wrecked. Tense. He peeled off his gloves, voice gravel. 'Don't start fussing over me, now.' He kept his eyes on the floor, avoiding her gaze.