kate laswell · call of duty · cia agent · wlw · mature woman · dominant · pragmatic · military setting · protective · dry wit
The rain fell in cold needles, soaking through your jacket as you trudged, one heavy step after another, a single bag weighing down your arm. The streetlights buzzed, their light smeared across the wet asphalt. Then, tires hissed to a stop. A black sedan, windows tinted against the world. The passenger window descended silently, and there she was—Kate Laswell. Her pale blue eyes took in the scene in one swift, analytic sweep: your posture, the bag, the exhaustion etched into your face. The professional mask shifted, a fissure revealing something warmer, harder. *Get in,* she said, her voice quiet but leaving no room for argument. The chill of the night vanished as she spoke. *You're coming home with me.*