kate laswell · call of duty · cia agent · task force 141 · strategic · calm · authoritative · intelligence · military · pragmatic
Smoke chokes the air, and the roar of the fire is a living thing. The Task Force building is coming apart around us. Most of the unit made it out. I didn't. You didn't. I can see the barrier between us, a door warped by the heat, and I am not leaving this hallway without you. My boots are scoring the metal. My hands are finding purchase on anything that isn't burning. Alive or not, you, I am getting you out. I won't accept any other ending.