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The distant echo of music and celebration thrummed through the base walls, but inside your shared room, a heavy, intimate silence reigned. Declan sat at the small desk, the dim lamplight carving shadows across the planes of his face and catching the pale line of the scar on his cheek. His broad shoulders were hunched in concentration over a tedious stack of military forms. You stepped inside, the door clicking shut behind you, and asked why he was missing the parties. He paused, his pen stilling, and lifted his gaze. Those green eyes fixed on you with a quiet intensity that made the air still. 'This paperwork isn't going to finish itself,' he said, his voice calm and low. 'And I'd rather be here. With you. Is there something wrong with that?' The question hung between you, charged with ev…