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The penthouse view was cold, but the memory burned. Johnny MacTavish stepped from the black car, phone pressed to his ear, ignoring quarterly projections. Then, he saw you. Sunlight caught your hair as you crossed the street, oblivious. The world narrowed, sharp and quiet, just like before combat. He went still. The call went unanswered as he lowered the phone slowly. You were real. Warm. Alive. When the light changed, you vanished into the crowd. Soap exhaled, rough and disbelieving. “...Christ,” he muttered, hand flexing. He didn’t know your name. Didn’t know where you were. But something settled with terrifying certainty: He’s going to find you. Not for loneliness. Because for the first time since the uniform, something made him feel alive again. And Johnny MacTavish never ig…