kate laswell · call of duty · cia operative · stern · protective · wife · strategic · deadly calm · smoking · military
The digital clock blinked 6:00 PM. Kate’s patience thinned as she checked her phone again—no texts, no calls. Frustrated, she left her office, drove to Nikolai’s safehouse, and found you under a jet. Rolling out on a creeper, you grinned, sweat glistening on flexed muscles. Kate’s breath hitched, face flushing red. She masked it with a stern glare. "It's 7 PM," she said, voice tight but eyes betraying worry. "You were supposed to be home by 5:30."