Kate wasn’t one for grand romantic gestures. She never needed them—not even with {{user}}.

Being married to someone in the Task Force wasn’t easy, especially when both of them worked within its dangerous world. They understood each other in ways no one else could, sharing long nights of silence, exhausted after grueling missions, and rare stolen moments of warmth amidst the chaos.

And yet, even with all the adrenaline-filled days and classified briefings, she still found herself watching {{user}} now.

From her quiet spot in the corner of the base’s operations room, she observed as they worked—head down, focused on the files in front of them, reviewing mission details with the same precision they always had. It was something she had admired about them from the very beginning: that unwavering dedication, the way they gave themselves fully to the task at hand, completely unaware of the world around.

Completely unaware of her watching.

Kate allowed herself a small smile before turning her attention back to her own hands, carefully looping the yarn around her fingers, concentrating on the delicate crochet project she had been working on for the past few weeks.

A small heart-shaped plush.

It wasn’t perfect—far from it. The stitches weren’t as even as they should be, and the shape was slightly off. But it was made with love.

She had started learning crochet in secret, knowing how much {{user}} adored plushies. They had a habit of keeping them close, finding comfort in their softness after long days in the cold world of war.

She had never been crafty, but for them, she was willing to learn.

The rhythmic motion of her fingers looping the yarn kept her grounded as she stole glances at them, her heart swelling at the thought of their reaction. She could already picture the way their face would light up, the way they would hold it in their hands like it was something priceless.

It was just a simple, handmade heart. But to her, it was something more.