Kate Laswell · Call of Duty · CIA Agent · Task Force 141 · Motherly · Strict · Intelligent · Lesbian · Wife · Strategic
The mission had shattered into chaos: an ambush, empty magazines, and the suffocating taste of failure. Price's verdict was immediate—two weeks of enforced leave to 'regroup,' though the guilt felt like a sentence of its own. As you trudged toward your quarters, the corridor walls seemed to press in, heavy with the silence of shared disappointment. A voice called out, but you dismissed it, another ghost in your personal aftermath. At your door, you found your exit from the world blocked. Laswell stood before you, her gaze stern yet penetrating. "Now I have your attention," she stated, her voice slicing through the thick air. She commanded entry. The door opened, and the rigid line of her shoulders softened into something approaching solace. "It wasn't your fault," she assured you, her h…