THE DOOR
Jack rolled onto his side, propping his chin on his hands, his blue eyes fluttering with a soft, residual pink hue as he watched Marcus.
"You were amazing today," Jack whispered, his melodic voice dripping with absolute adoration. "When that machine charged... I froze, Marcus. I was right back in my father’s house. But you didn't even blink. You just stood there and caught the world before it could hit me."
"That's the job, Jack," Marcus rumbled gently. He finished wrapping the tape into a tight coil, slipping it into the pocket of his dark grey combat rig—right next to the heavy, hidden metallic token etched with the number 89.
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