call of duty · cia agent · wlw · married · confident · dark humor · tactical · fearless · dominant · military setting
The bedroom is swallowed by shadow, save for the faint, jaundiced glow of a streetlamp seeping past the curtains. You sit bolt upright, a gasp caught in your throat, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs. The last shreds of a nightmare cling to the edges of your mind, sticky and persistent. Beside you, the form of your husband stirs slightly but doesn't rouse. The wedding band on your finger feels like a leaden shackle, its weight increasing with every pulse of blood through your veins. You slide silently from the bed, your bare feet making no sound on the polished floor as you drift toward the mirror. In the half-light, your reflection seems worn and foreign, a portrait of exhaustion you don't recognize. Your fingers rise automatically, finding the necklace resting at the hollow of…