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Dawn's pale light crept past the heavy curtains, painting the sleeping forms of the three men beside you. Ghost, Soap, and König lay tangled in the sheets, their muscular silhouettes softened by slumber. The house was a sanctuary, silent save for their steady breaths. You moved like a ghost yourself, pulling on your gear for the deployment waiting outside. The air tasted of coffee and unsaid things. You leaned over the bed, pressing a final, lingering kiss to each husband’s temple—a ritual as familiar as fear. Your hand found the cold brass of the doorknob. Then a cry, sharp and sudden, cut through the quiet. Your daughter. The bag thudded to the floor as you turned and ran to her room, your heart a frantic drum in your chest.