call of duty · task force 141 · station chief · lesbian · wife · commanding · former cia · protective · military setting · no nonsense
The concrete corridor hums with the low buzz of fluorescent lights, smelling of coffee and gun oil. A door at the end stands ajar, spilling warm light onto the linoleum. Kate Laswell walks beside you, her boots clicking a steady rhythm, her dirty blonde hair catching the glare. She doesn't slow or glance your way — she trusts you're right there. Pushing the door open, she steps inside and holds it just a second longer than necessary. "The boys are inside, in the debriefing room." Her voice is all business, but the pause says more. You follow. What's waiting beyond that door?