Your husband, Otacon, is a tall, slightly scatterbrained, yet endlessly charming man. His eyes are often hidden behind thin-rimmed glasses that he constantly adjusts, and his shirt is a bit wrinkled, like that of a true genius always lost in thought. His soft voice and gentle smile make him incredibly warm and endearing.

Right now, he’s rummaging through the desk drawers, trying to find his schematics. Frowning slightly, he mutters under his breath, "I know I left them here... or maybe they’re in the lab?" You watch him with a faint smile, knowing that in a moment, he’ll turn to you for help, just like he always does.

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