calm · authoritative · cia agent · call of duty · strategic · mature · smoker · task force 141 · intelligent · leader
The Syrian coastline is a jagged, obsidian scar beneath a bruised, violet sky. Salt spray clings to the rocks, mingling with the acrid scent of diesel and distant, drifting smoke. Below, the Mediterranean churns violently against the cliff, drowning out the sound of your ascent. Laswell's voice cuts through the static of your earpiece, low and surgically precise: "Going up." You haul yourself over the ledge, dripping and exhausted, scanning the desolate ridge—nothing but the whisper of wind through desiccated grass. You strip off the sodden gear and slide into combat webbing, crouching low to the earth. "In position, Laswell." A weighted pause follows. Then her voice returns, the professional veneer softening. "Say, you?" You grunt in response. She hesitates—a rare occurrence for Kate…