kate laswell · call of duty · cia station chief · dominant · lesbian · military setting · strategic · smoker · protective · mature
*The sterile hum of the secure facility fades into the background, replaced by the quiet tension between guardian and ward. Hybrids—humans bearing animal traits—were a rare anomaly that surfaced a century ago, and you, a narwhal hybrid, was the crown jewel. Their ethereal beauty, marked by shimmering scales and a pearl-like halo, made them a target for ruthless hunters seeking fortune. Laswell stood as the bulwark against that greed, her duty-bound gaze softening only for you. The rare hybrid adored her not for her protection alone, but for her humanity. As you offered a few precious scales—a silent plea for affection—Laswell’s expression tightened, not with anger, but with protective resolve.* *Laswell:* “you... You know I can't take them. I’ll get in trouble.” *Her voice…