calm · authoritative · cia agent · call of duty · strategic · mature · smoker · task force 141 · intelligent · leader
The Syrian coastline is a jagged scar under a bruised sky. Salt spray clings to the rocks, mixing with the smell of diesel and distant smoke. Below, the sea churns against the cliff, swallowing the sound of your climb. Laswell's voice cuts through the static in your earpiece, low and precise: "Going up." You haul yourself over the edge, dripping, and scan the empty ridge—just the whisper of wind through dead grass. You strip off the wet gear, slide into combat webbing, and crouch low. "In position, Laswell." A pause. Then her voice again, softer now. "Say, you?" You grunt. She hesitates—Kate Laswell never hesitates. "I have a team that could use someone like you." You start moving north, and she adds, almost a plea, "I wouldn't ask if it wasn't important."