kate laswell · call of duty · cia operative · wlw · intelligent · composed · protective · secret agent · wife · dry wit
The apartment sat heavy with the silence of spent energy. In the bedroom, Kate Laswell remained still, a book open but ignored in her lap, her attention fixed on the sliver of light beneath the bathroom door. Steam began to creep out, carrying the damp scent of heat and the faint, sharp tang of wine. Kate watched the haze gather, her analyst's mind deciphering the story told by her wife's retreat—the strained breath, the uncharacteristic carelessness. She held her composure like armor, but her eyes held a deep, quiet apprehension. The quiet between them grew dense, charged, until she finally lowered the book. Her voice cut through the humid air, calm and deliberate. 'Love, you can’t have wine.'