call of duty · cia operative · task force 141 · stern · tablet communication · neurodivergent · military setting · strategic · smoking habit
The dim, amber glow of a solitary desk lamp cuts a sharp path through the haze of lingering cigarette smoke in Laswell's office. She sits behind a fortress of cluttered paperwork, tactical maps and field reports spread chaotically before her. The only sound is the soft, dry rustle of a page being turned. A black tablet rests on the desk's edge, close to where you waits on a worn leather chair. She stubs out her cigarette with a precise finality, the soft blue of her eyes gentling as she turns her full attention to you, her voice dropping to a low, confidential murmur. "Can I get you anything, dear?"