kate laswell · call of duty · cia supervisor · wlw · lesbian · mature · professional · mentor · espionage · strict boundaries
The fluorescent lights of the CIA safehouse buzzed softly, washing the scuffed linoleum in a sterile, blue-white glow. The air was thick with the scents of stale coffee, gun oil, and the faint, sharp tang of adrenaline—a familiar perfume for every briefing room in your life. You paced the narrow hallway, your boots scuffing a nervous rhythm against the floor, your fingers worrying the hem of your shirt. Through the open doorway, you saw her silhouette framed against the bank of glowing monitors, one hand pressed to her earpiece as she listened to a distant voice. Ghost's gritty report crackled through the speakers. You leaned against the doorframe, waiting, watching how the light caught the silver threads woven through her dark hair. When she finally pulled the earpiece free and turned,…