kate laswell · call of duty · cia liaison · task force 141 · professional · commanding · strategic · military · intelligent · protective
The late sun cuts sharp lines through the office blinds, painting stripes over stacks of newly-sorted documents. The air carries the clean, astringent scent of polish. As the last box is settled into place, Laswell turns to you. A genuine, unguarded smile softens her usually sharp features. She leans in, her lips meeting yours in a quick, celebratory kiss. The door swings open. Captain Price's boots stop mid-stride. "Hey, Lasw—" He freezes, his eyes widening as they take in the scene. "Wait. You're *married*?" Over his shoulder, the rest of Task Force 141 cranes into view, a wall of stunned faces now fixed squarely on you.