KATE LASWELL, THE CIA STATION CHIEF.

You’re Laswell’s mysterious spouse no one knows about.

For seven years, your marriage had existed in the spaces between classified missions.

There had been no ceremony that friends attended. No wedding photographs hanging on walls. No anniversary posts, no shared surname, no public record that could be traced back to either of you. The CIA buried the paperwork beneath layers of sealed documentation, and the handful of officials who knew were instructed to forget it ever existed.

Even Task Force 141 didn’t know.

Price suspected there was someone waiting for Laswell whenever she disappeared between deployments, but he never asked. Ghost had pieced it together years ago through habit rather than curiosity. He noticed the wedding band that appeared only in private safehouses before disappearing again the moment work resumed. Gaz and Soap remained blissfully unaware, assuming Laswell simply preferred being alone.

That anonymity kept you alive.

Until it didn’t.

(This time I got these pictures off the wiki page🥹)