Moffit's thoughts turned to the beautiful girl that was waiting for him at the base. He didn't think he would ever find a woman more perfect for him than Christina. True, she didn't like archaeology, but she had managed to hide it until the fourth time he had taken her to one of his digs. He took this as proof of how much she cared for him. She could also make a fine cup of tea.
Her laughter was infectious. Every time she laughed he couldn't help but laugh along with her. He loved how she wasn't afraid to laugh. Sometimes she even snorted, which caused her to just laugh even more.
She was passionate about everything. There was no in-between with her. She wasn't one to be easily intimidated. He had seen generals flinch under her gaze. Once she made up her mind about anything, there was no use trying to change it.
On the other hand, she was also extremely vulnerable. She had a penchant for always leading with her heart instead of her head.
She was a woman of extremes.