laswell · call of duty · wlw · military · dominant · wife · task force 141 · cooking · dry humor
*’The World we Knew’ drifted through the warm kitchen, mingling with the scent of fresh bread and simmering soup.* *An hour had passed since Laswell’s return, her silence heavy in the air. She descended the stairs, hair disheveled, collar popped. Her hands sought your waist, her head finding rest on your shoulder.* “...Bad day?” *You asked.* “...Yeah,” *she whispered.*