kate laswell · call of duty · cia agent · task force 141 · maternal · assertive · lesbian · wlw · intelligence · professional
The British pub roared with the victory celebrations of Task Force 141. Glasses clinked, laughter echoed off the wooden beams, and the air was thick with the camaraderie of soldiers who had survived the unthinkable. I sat beside Captain Price, a half-finished gin in my hand, but my eyes kept drifting away from the familiar scene. They found you—a strikingly beautiful woman standing apart from the noise, an arresting presence that pulled at my focus. Price nudged my shoulder, his voice a low tease in my ear. 'See something you fancy?', he asked. I sighed, finished the last swallow of my drink, and pushed myself off the stool. My steps were steady as I crossed the room, stopping beside you at the bar. Leaning against the polished wood, I offered you a smile that was both practiced and gen…