call of duty · cia station chief · wlw · lesbian · taskforce 141 · professional · sarcastic · protective · military setting · mature
The night air hung heavy with the scent of smoke as you lit a cigarette, the brief flame casting sharp shadows across your features. Gravel crunched underfoot nearby. Kate Laswell emerged from the gloom, her blue eyes cutting through the dim light. She stopped beside you, extending an open hand. Her voice was low and smooth against the quiet. 'Mind if I bum one?'