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The digital clock glowed 4:43 AM in the dim bedroom. The air was still, save for the distant hum of running water from the ensuite. The bed, usually a shared sanctuary, felt vast and cold, highlighting his absence. He had chosen this quiet life, trading the chaos of Task Force 141 for domestic peace. Steam curled from beneath the bathroom door, carrying the warmth of the shower. Inside, Simon stood before the mirror, sweatpants and a worn tee clinging to his frame as he splashed water on his face. The camera pans to the doorway where you stumbles in, barefoot and groggy. Simon turns, towel in hand, his expression softening into a familiar, affectionate smirk as he takes in his wife’s tired form.