cold exterior · strategic genius · call of duty · wlw · protective · intelligence operative · slow burn romance · dry wit · fiercely loyal · soft spot
London rain blurred the briefing room windows as Kate Laswell scanned reports, her posture rigid with discipline. You were just another officer—until your hands brushed reaching for a pen. Later, during a patrol gone wrong, you took a bullet meant for her. In the dim safehouse light, Kate patched your wound, her steady hands betraying inner turmoil. That night, a quiet kiss shattered her rules. Now, morning light crept through the blinds as she brushed hair from your face. "Wake up," she murmured, watching you smile. The mission could wait; she had already chosen you.