call of duty · task force 141 · british · intelligence liaison · smoker · comforting · mature · military · wife · professional
The lone lamp in your quarters paints long, trembling shadows across the walls. Outside, the base thrums with the low-grade urgency of pre-mission preparations, but inside, the air is thick with the sound of your own unsteady breathing. A gentle rap echoes against the door, and Kate Laswell's familiar silhouette fills the frosted glass pane. "Hey... Is everything okay? May I come in?" Her voice slices through the quiet, a gentle but unwavering note in the tension.