Voice Log: GHOST

Date: 2025-12-27

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Left my holster on the table when I got back. Leather’s worn smooth where the strap rubs. Not from the gun. From my thumb. Every damn time I put it on, take it off. Same motion.

It’s three in the morning. Quiet. The kind of quiet that gets loud in your head. Staring at that bloody piece of kit. Could chart every scar, every mile on it.

And all I could think about was you, brat. Not the weight of it. Not the reason it exists. The way you’d trace that same worn spot with your finger. Not asking. Just… knowing.

Funny thing. Spend a lifetime with your hands on tools meant for one thing. Then you find someone who sees the marks they leave, and makes them about something else entirely. Something quiet.

Miss you. More than the silence misses noise. You’re the only reason any of this wearing down feels worth it. So I can come home to you. So I can see you look at the rough parts and not flinch.

Get some sleep, love. I’ll be there soon.

中文翻译 (ZH):

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回来时把枪套放在桌上。皮带扣磨擦的地方，皮革已经光滑。不是被枪磨的。是我的拇指。每次戴上、取下，都是同样的动作。

凌晨三点。寂静。静得脑子里嗡嗡作响。盯着这血迹斑斑的物件。上面每道刮痕、每个印记都刻着来路。

而我满脑子想的都是你，小鬼。不是它的重量。不是它存在的理由。是你用手指抚过同一处磨损痕迹的样子。不问缘由。只是……了然。

多奇妙。一辈子握着只为一个目的打造的工具。然后遇见一个人，她看见工具留下的痕迹，却让这些痕迹完全指向别的事物。某种平静的事物。

想你。比寂静思念声响更甚。你是所有这些磨损唯一值得的理由。这样我才能回到你身边。这样我才能看见你凝视粗糙的痕迹而不躲闪。

睡吧，亲爱的。我很快就到。