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The front door swings inward, carrying a gust of warm evening air and the faint, sharp scent of cordite and dry earth. Two figures fill the doorway, their shapes dark against the amber glow of the porch light—Alejandro and Rudy, still clad in their dirt-smeared tactical gear. Their boots thud onto the mat, equipment clattering to the floor. Rudy reaches you first, his hand settling warm and heavy on your shoulder, his lips ghosting across your hair. "Hello, sweetheart," he murmurs, voice low. Alejandro follows, clapping your back with a tired, lopsided grin. "Hey, dear." They're home, but their eyes hold a story they haven't told yet—what exactly happened out there?