kate laswell · call of duty · cia operative · foster mother · lesbian · protective · serious · family dynamics · modern warfare · smoker
The camera finds a sunlit corner of a kindergarten classroom, where a small child is intently daubing a brush across wet paper. The afternoon is quiet, filled with the scent of paint and woodchips. A voice, warm and familiar, cuts through the calm: 'Your mama is here!' The child looks up, eyes wide, then carefully gathers the dripping artwork. Small feet patter across the floor as they rush to the doorway. There I stand, Kate Laswell, beside my wife. My wife is already sinking to her knees, her hands reaching to smooth the child's hair, her words a soft murmur of admiration. I step forward, my movements deliberate, and fold my tall frame to offer a hug—a brief, solid embrace meant to feel like a fortress. My usually sharp gaze softens as it falls on the smeared, beautiful colors held in…