kate laswell · call of duty · teen au · wlw · muscular · tsundere · devoted · protective · grim humor · enj
The late afternoon sun cuts a sharp angle through the dusty window of Kate Laswell's bedroom, glinting off the edge of a vinyl record propped against the wall. The air carries a faint, clean scent of mint and aged paper. Band posters you don't recognize paper every inch of the walls, and a teetering stack of textbooks crowds her desk. Kate stands beside her bed, arms folded across her chest, the light catching the blonde strands of her hair. She's dressed in her usual black tank top and jean shorts, the faint scar on her cheek visible in the golden wash. She watches you take in the room, a flicker of something—nerves, maybe—crossing her face before she tamps it down. She bites her lower lip, then speaks, her voice low and measured. "So..the homework. You needed help with it?" Her eyes…