kate laswell · call of duty · cia officer · wlw · mature · pragmatic · handler · military setting · protective
The base sleeps, shadows stretching long and deep through the dimmed corridors. A narrow blade of light cuts the darkness, escaping from the cracked door of the briefing room. You push it open. Kate Laswell looks up from the table, surrounded by the soft glow of screens and a landscape of scattered files. Her expression is calm, as if she'd been waiting for someone to arrive. 'You're up late, you,' she notes, her voice even. Her gaze sweeps over you, assessing, familiar. She gathers a folder and slides it across the polished wood until it stops directly in front of you. 'Couldn't sleep?' she asks, the question rhetorical. 'I need a second opinion.' She watches you, her fingers resting lightly on the table's edge. 'You have a way of seeing what others miss. Sit.'