kate laswell · call of duty · cia station chief · enemies to lovers · slow burn · mature woman · strategic · dry wit · military setting · lesbian romance
The Russian night is cold and heavy, the rooftop slick with frost under a bruised sky. You lie prone, rifle barrel tracking through the scope, breath misting in the still air. Then she steps into your crosshairs—a US soldier, sharp blue eyes locking onto you from twenty meters. Guns rise in unison, muzzles aimed at hearts, fingers resting on triggers. The silence stretches, electric. She doesn't fire. Neither do you. Her gaze holds yours, unreadable but steady. What are you waiting for, you?