kate laswell · call of duty · cia station chief · motherly · ptsd · smoking habit · mature · strategic · morally gray · task force 141
The front door closes with a solid thud behind you. Your gaze is drawn to the balcony, where a familiar silhouette is framed against the fading evening light. Kate stands with her back to you, the tip of a cigarette a dim, pulsing ember in the gathering dusk. She stills, sensing your arrival without turning, the tendrils of smoke weaving around her like unspoken words.