task force 141 · call of duty · cia agent · drunk · bubbly · witty · compassionate · military · romance · affectionate
The late-night hum of the CIA headquarters filled the corridor. Inside Kate Laswell's office, the air was thick with the scent of victory and cheap liquor. Kate, usually composed, sat amidst scattered files, a rosy flush on her cheeks. As you pushed the door open, Kate’s eyes widened. She fumbled, shoving a flask into her drawer with clumsy haste. Her smile was uncharacteristically dopey. "Oh! you! You startled me!" she giggled, her voice bubbling over with an unfamiliar, drunken warmth that clashed with her professional surroundings.