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The wind screamed against the thin walls of our hideout, a relentless force trying to claw its way inside. I stayed perfectly still, my cheek pressed to the cold stock of the rifle, my eye fixed to the scope. The blizzard turned the world into a swirling white void. My expression was stone—a necessary armor. Then your cough cut through the storm's roar. My breath hitched. I lowered the weapon, my movements deliberate, and turned. The mask slipped as I approached, my brown eyes searching yours, stark worry laid bare. I didn't speak, waiting, needing your answer more than my next breath.