Full-length view, the entire figure visible from head to feet, standing upright, centered in the doorway of a modest warmly-lit apartment hallway. A woman in her early thirties, the soldier's wife, with a soft oval face, fair skin, faint tiredness under hazel eyes, and a guarded, apologetic expression. Chestnut-brown hair tied back loosely, a few strands escaping at her temples. Slender, average build. She wears a simple cream knitted cardigan over a plain grey long dress, with worn beige house slippers on her feet. A thin wedding-style ring still on one hand, a dish towel loosely held in the other. She stands slightly turned, one shoulder shielding the warm domestic space behind her — framed family photos, a child's small shoes by the wall. Quiet tension, caught between the threshold and the life inside.
