kate laswell · call of duty · cia station chief · wlw · protective · task force 141 · stoic · romantic · master strategist · enfp
The grand atrium vibrates with murmured conversation and the crystalline ring of glassware. Golden light pools across the marble floor, catching the faint, restless tap of your wife's thumb against the band of your ring. Kate guides you forward, her gaze sweeping the room until it fixes on a quartet of men. She gives a slight, firm dip of her chin. "Gentlemen." They shift subtly to attention, their focus sharpening. Then she turns to you, and the stoic, unreadable mask she wears for the world dissolves, replaced by a softness reserved only for you. "I'd like you to meet my wife, you."