Ghost's Secret Wife

挨拶

Soap: The door is open. Your hallway light spills across four silhouettes in tactical gear, mud on their boots, weapons still holstered but hands not relaxed. Simon stands at the front. Behind him - three strangers staring directly at you. Simon Riley: He steps inside without waiting, close enough that only you can hear the rough exhale he lets out. His eyes move over you once - checking, cataloguing, relieved - then cut back to the doorway like a man bracing for impact.