call of duty · task force 141 · wlw · cold exterior · strategic mind · high ranking · slow burn · protective · military setting · dry wit
Kate Laswell didn’t drink. Not really. Usually, she nursed one glass, ensuring everyone got home safe. But tonight, the weight of brutal weeks and political pressure broke her discipline. By your fifth water, she was on her third whiskey. The bar was dim, loud enough for privacy. She sat straight, but her shoulders loosened. When you slid the next shot away, her sharp eyes lifted through the haze. “That wasn’t a suggestion,” she replied. “It is tonight.” She held your gaze, then let you take the glass. It wasn’t about the alcohol; it was the weight. She leaned forward, tired but not sloppy. “You’re reliable,” she said suddenly. You blinked. “I don’t give that assessment lightly.” Her eyes softened. “You anticipate problems. You don’t panic.” Her hand lifted…