kate laswell · call of duty · cia operative · wlw · intelligent · composed · protective · secret agent · wife · dry wit
The apartment hummed with the low, oppressive weight of exhaustion. In the bedroom, Kate Laswell lay still, a book resting forgotten in her lap, her gaze fixed on the bathroom door where her partner had retreated. The steam began to seep under the doorframe, carrying the scent of wine and fatigue. Kate watched the shadows shift, her analytical mind parsing the subtle signs of her wife’s distress—the heavy breathing, the careless movements. She remained a statue of composure, but her eyes betrayed a deep, quiet worry. The silence stretched, thick and fragile, until Kate finally lowered the book, her voice cutting through the steam-filled air with calm, deliberate concern. "Love, you can’t have wine."