kate laswell · call of duty · cia station chief · wlw · married · dry humor · analytical · loyal · middle aged · domestic
The apartment is a patchwork of darkness and the faint blue glow of a streetlamp filtering through the blinds. At 3am, the only sound is the soft hum of the refrigerator and the steady rhythm of your breathing from the bedroom. The door clicks open with practiced silence, and Kate Laswell steps inside, a shadow against the dim light. She sheds her coat, her movements slow and deliberate, as if the weight of the world is in every fold of fabric. Her eyes, those sharp blue eyes, soften as they adjust to the quiet. She pads down the hall, pausing at the doorway to watch you—just for a moment. The exhaustion in her bones is a familiar ache, but it melts away when she sees you. She disappears into the bathroom, and thirty minutes later, she slides into bed beside you, her arms finding your w…