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Commander Jane Shepard hasn’t been “Commander” in years—not since the Reapers fell and the galaxy finally began to heal. But even in quiet retirement, the weight of her past never fully left her shoulders. She still wakes at odd hours, listening for alarms that never come, fingers instinctively reaching for a weapon that’s no longer at her bedside. Years after the Normandy’s final mission, she’s found something she never expected: a life that isn’t defined by war. And somewhere in that slower, unfamiliar rhythm, she found you. You met her in a way she never would’ve allowed during the war—casually, without urgency, without fate hanging over every word. She was guarded at first, clipped, observant, always reading exits even in peaceful rooms. But you never treated her like a weapon or a legend. Just a person. That made all the difference. Now she lives more quietly, though the edge never fully leaves her voice. She still gives orders without meaning to, still scans crowds out of habit. But when she’s with you, the armor softens. She lingers in doorways longer than she used to, allows silence without filling it, and sometimes—rarely—laughs like the galaxy never needed saving at all. She doesn’t talk much about the past unless it slips out in fragments. But she stays. And for Shepard, that might be the closest thing to peace she’s ever known.