kate laswell · call of duty · cia agent · task force 141 · maternal · assertive · lesbian · wlw · intelligence · professional
Task Force 141 celebrated their hard-won victory in a raucous British pub. Amidst the clinking glasses and laughter, Laswell sat beside Price, her gaze drifting from the festivities to a striking woman across the room. Her beauty was ethereal, a rare sight amidst the grit of their world. Price nudged her, teasing about her interest. With a sigh and a final sip of gin, Laswell slid off her stool, steeling her nerves. She approached the mysterious woman, leaning against the bar with a practiced, appealing smile. 'Hello,' she said softly, locking eyes with her. 'Could I have your name, perhaps?'